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A February Tuesday at Musley Bank.



Whilst there’s probably some truth in one of racing’s oldest adages “the definition of a pessimist is an optimist on his way home from the races”, at this time of year, to anyone who loves the Flat, the converse almost applies. The prospect that there might be an equine star waiting in the wings is enough to shake most of us from the doldrums.

So, on a gorgeous late-February morning, Peter Bell, Roger Trevitt and I, the founders of Inner Circle Thoroughbreds, motored some 70 miles East across Yorkshire to Richard Fahey’s yard to see how the three two-year-olds that belong to our company were faring. With the start of the latest turf season less than 6 weeks away, and the trio now well through their breaking and learning routines, it was time to get know a bit more.

As mentioned before on these pages, Fahey’s yard, just off the A 64 on the outskirts of Malton, is almost invariably a hive of activity. As we arrive, second lot files back from the gallops, Fahey, hose at the ready, starts his routine. Wash down and inspect every horse: speak to every rider. Feedback, interaction, part of the teamwork ethic that always comes across on visits here.

As we stand on the sidelines, approximately two dozen largely familiar faces, from champion jockey, Paul Hanagan, to Racing UK TV pundit Tom O’Ryan, walk forward to chat to Fahey as he hoses away. Young or not so young, those deemed good enough to ride out here are skilled practitioners in the saddle. As a consequence, Richard regards their input as hugely important.

The first horse we recognise is Lily’s Angel, who belongs to the successful Middleham Park Racing Syndicate. A fine, big, bay daughter of Dark Angel, who was successful four times last season, Tony Hamilton, a classy jockey in his own right and one of the lynchpins of Fahey’s team, opines to  his boss that she “felt grand”. “Glad to hear that Tony, and so will the owners be too- we’ve just paid to put her in the French Guineas” is the cheery retort!

Hosing down temporarily complete, Fahey strides (well, as quickly as his famously short legs allow) to his office, where a raft of paperwork and umpteen messages await. Unperturbed, he ignores the lot, politely asks Sal, one of three busy females who do so much to keep “the Fahey show” on the road, for a coffee and logs onto Racing’s entry system, at the BHA’s admin site, to check declarations, foreign entries, weight changes and other important minutiae which confront most trainers on a daily basis.

In no time at all his mobile goes. It’s Robin O’Ryan, Fahey’s colossus of an assistant, who has organised third lot, which includes our three two- year-olds, as well as Sunny Side Up, a three-year-old filly owned by myself in partnership with Roger and his wife, Dianne, and Castles In The Air, a useful handicapper who also represents me.

Our trio of juveniles are part of a group which Richard considers amongst his more forward. As such, their routine now includes one sharp 3f piece per week on the all-weather, if you like a precursor to a gallop on turf in two to three weeks’ time.

First up are “Castles” and “Sunnyside”, who precede the juveniles at no more than a hack. Castles hasn’t been back long after a two-month break, whilst Sunnyside is having her first canter since a few days in sick bay following a dirty nose. They come by us together, the three-year-old clearly aching to be allowed to run faster. But not yet; it will be at least two weeks before she’s ready to go full tilt again.

Very quickly our first juvenile appears on the horizon, Loch Moy, a tall, bay son of Kyllachy, ridden by Paul Hanagan, who moves in company with a colt by the same sire, as yet unnamed. Tony Hamilton is his partner and there’s no getting away from the fact that initially he looks sharper than Loch Moy. However, without asking any sort of a question, by the death Hanagan has Inner Circle’s leading man alongside.


  Loch Moy-pictured at Tattersalls Yearling Sales Book 2, Oct 2011


Immediately afterwards, Addio Senza Rancor, under crack-apprentice, Lee Topliss, moves up purposefully with Autumn Shadow, a useful-looking filly by Dark Angel. Ears pricked, our strapping daughter of Sakhee’s Secret looks as pleased as punch with herself as Topliss eases her off through the latter stages.


  Addio Senza Rancor (right) ridden by Lee Topliss


Freddie Tylicki and Laudate Dominum complete the Inner Circle parade. This filly by Oratorio is definitely of lighter build than “Addio”, but, an easy mover nonetheless, matches strides with Flighty Clarets, an attractive first foal out of Flying Clarets, who won the John Smith’s Cup at York for Fahey back in 2008.


          Laudate Dominum-in the Lunging ring


Piling back into Richard’s jeep, we are soon back at base and in a trice Roger, Peter (camera at the ready) and I position ourselves close to Richard, armed once again with hose.

Paul Hanagan is the first to unsaddle and steps forward to debrief whilst Richard performs the ablutions. From someone whom I know is measured and circumspect, his opening words are along the lines of what we were hoping to hear “I really like this lad, he’s so laid back and is still a bit green, but he’s got a great stride and a nice temperament. Okay, for the first furlong, the other horse had him at it a bit, but it wasn’t a trial, just a bit of a looksee. He finished off really nicely without me doing anything. If all goes well, he should be grand.”

With that, Loch Moy was off for a cooling-off walk, a rub down and then some sustenance. Interestingly, as Paul led our pride and joy away, so Tony was enthusing to Richard about the merits of his partner, a really bonny, well -proportioned colt. “Paul says he liked his, well I can tell you, I like mine too.”

 A little way down the “waiting to bathe” list come Lee and Addio Senza Rancor. A big slab of a filly, with a backside like a Victorian cook, to me she’s the image of her sire, Sakhee’s Secret. But physique apart, the most striking aspect is her temperament- she’s in no way flighty and seems to possess a bold, intelligent outlook, taking everything in.

“Did you see the way she did that” enthused Lee.” I’ve ridden her a lot and love her, she’s got such a long stride you almost don’t feel her moving. I never had to ask her to do anything”  Eventually, our big redhead is led forward for her morning shower and the odd, seemingly irritated  shake of her head apart, completes her toilette without fuss.

Soon Freddie arrives with Laudate Dominum. Like her half-sister, Sunny Side Up, she’s less than enthusiastic about “bath time”. Whether it’s the hose, the smallish, sturdy, bespectacled guy wielding it or indeed Freddie’s chirpy chatter, this daughter of Oratorio firmly registers her disapproval before finally succumbing to Fahey’s persistent spraying.

“She’s not useless Jim” opines Mr T, a lively, animated character, always bouncy and positive “but she’s still very green. Near the end, I let her come on pretty much a loose rein, wanting her to try and do it without knowing. At the death, the penny was dropping. I don’t think she’ll be our sharpest but she has ability, moves nicely and I’m sure we’ll get there.”

A coffee, a quick reprise of events and, as we move off, Fahey’s circus rolls on. Another owner arrives to see his pride and joy. As for the Inner Circle horses? Well, at the moment they’ve put us on cloud nine. How long can we stay there? That’s the agony and ecstasy of racing- you never know. So, as another old racing saw goes ”make the most of now.”

  http://www.innercirclethoroughbreds.com/ for full details of how to join and attend the launch.



  


 Copy of a letter on Champions Day written for December’s Kingsley Klarion 

Dear Mark and John,

As someone who resigned from the BHA board over British Champions Series, your respective views of British Champions Day at Ascot on October 15th, as expressed in last month’s Kingsley Klarion, compelled me to offer a few thoughts of my own. Essentially, whether the” finale”, or indeed British Champions Series as a whole, was a success depends against which barometer you measure either by.

It would be churlish to say anything other than Ascot, in conjunction with the sponsors Quipco, staged  their day splendidly. I agree with Mark; as a one-off experience, even to me, a regular race goer of more than thirty years standing, it was a huge hit, with a really strong “feel good factor.”

Obviously, as I was present, I can’t comment on the television coverage of any of the three mediums which covered it live, though the brouhaha over Christophe Soumillon’s ridiculous suspension and fine drew more headlines on several ensuing sports bulletins, as compared to any performance on the course.

The day drew a crowd of 26,749, which the racecourse expressed itself satisfied with. Like John, I expected more, given the almost unique, wonderful weather, extensive advertising, terrestrial television coverage and, of course, the fact that in Frankel, one of the best horses any of us is likely to see (sorry John!), was taking part. 

One of the key reasons behind the introduction of BCS was that its creation, apart from engaging and retaining racing’s current audience, would attract (in particular) a significant number of the estimated nine million males aged between 18 and 45 who currently aren’t interested in our sport. So, what happened on that score? Where’s the breakdown of Ascot’s customers? Those responsible do know, don’t they? If so, why haven’t we been told?

 As for the series overall? Leaving aside my well-documented objections re the haphazard reorganisation of much of our autumn programme, to an extent the idea of showcasing some major races worked, though inevitably not all eligible horses competed regularly.  As such, to the uninitiated, let alone a first-time race goer, a BCS race without leading BCS contenders, such as the Juddmonte International, from which Workforce, So You Think and, obviously, Rewilding, were missing, the concept was probably more confusing than enlightening.

Genuine October weather concerns meant it was prudent of those responsible to ensure that the Q E 11 took place on the best possible going, though on the day worries re the ground on the round course proved unfounded.  Surely, as a one off, race conditions could have be amended, allowing the course executive to determine which track was used at the 48-hour stage, as the round mile undoubtedly provides for a better spectacle.

So, notwithstanding a generous sponsor, sizeable promotional budget (at least alongside the lack of money generally available in racing) and a not insignificant crowd, to me the jury is very much out as to whether the concept was a success. Those determined to establish BCS, come hell or high water, will doubtless disagree as, since that was achieved, almost anyone with contrary views has been dismissed as a purist or traditionalist, unable to accept change.  

Such arrogant and ignorant opinions are now prevalent amongst some executives responsible for the running of our sport. Sadly, until THEY cotton on to what racing’s golden goose really is, British Champions Series/Day will never properly engage new customers. Gimmicks and innovation help but, to me, without education too longevity or loyalty is unlikely.

Horseracing as we know it is first and foremost about thoroughbreds. The thoroughbred, a hybrid requiring a MINIMUM of eight generations of thoroughbred parentage, as recognised by one of the sixty-seven racing jurisdictions (or stud books) around the world. Its history drives the whole business and, for most who are involved, has nothing to do with being purist, snobbish or elitist.  

Because EVERY thoroughbred has a traceable lineage, it is, to some extent, as a species predictable. This simple fact drives breeders, studs, sales complexes, owners, trainers, betting operators and punters, as well as inspiring television programmes and newspapers. Furthermore, far from having NO narrative, as we are repeatedly told, racing has a cyclical story that once learned is pretty easily remembered.

The old tale about Con, the taxi driver, who wins regularly at cards but never at the races- because he can’t shuffle the horses, rings true re this debate. Fiddle as much as you like RFC/BCS/BHA, but until you grasp that racing’s key element has four legs and a tail, plus a heritage longer than a Roman road, you are wasting your time and our money.

 

Jim McGrath


 

Recent Whip Furore

The current furore surrounding the use of the whip, following the implementation of new rules on Monday, October 10th, is a hugely regrettable postscript to the review of its use in horseracing, as published by the BHA towards the end of September.

Much of this report is interesting, well written and, in tackling aspects such as whip design and public perception, as well as examining statistics pertaining to its use over a period from 2004 thru 2011, provided an overview the like of which the industry hadn’t seen before.

What a shame therefore that the conclusions reached, presumably by the review group, and fully endorsed by the BHA board, have proved such a disaster, for the riders upon whom dramatic changes were imposed at extremely short notice, together with swingeing suspensions and fines, and, also, for the perception of racing in general by the wider public.

Why has it all gone pear shaped? To me, in most cases the old rules worked really well: in particular, they gave stewards and jockeys the scope to allow horses to adapt to the varied circumstances most races provide. Let’s be honest, in recent years only rarely has racing seen the whip used in a manner that could be described as “reckless” or “completely unacceptable.”

Notwithstanding the skills, individually and collectively, of those responsible for the report (they are detailed as an “expert Review Group”), it is surprising that no one with top-level riding experience, either from racing or another equine discipline, formed a regular part of this team.

Though reference is made to “wide consultation within racing” and with “participants in other equine sports”, in contrast to the extensive veterinary and statistical analysis, there is no significant contribution from any leading riding/racing practitioner.

 Some of the top jockeys and trainers are quoted as being supportive, though post-publication it appears the case that one or two merely gave the thumbs up in response to a generic call for change.

Given that, in conclusion, the veterinary evidence states “basic behavioural observations do not currently indicate that whip use in British Horseracing is (provided appropriate controls are enforced), inherently a welfare problem.”

Why therefore the huge change to both rules and penalties?  Amongst a raft of statistics the report includes is one concerning ALL runners in the prescribed period from January, 2004 thru April, 2011. This shows that 99.25% of runners competed with NO whip offence taking place- isn’t that a statistic to be proud of? Doesn’t it actually support what I hope most of us believe- that, day in day out, whip offences aren’t anything like the problem the current brouhaha suggests and that doubtless some of the wider public now believe?

Yes, statistics can mislead and percentages across the various types of racing (e.g. chasing, hurdling, AW) do vary somewhat. The stats also show that 6 courses in particular (with stiff/long/uphill finishes), result in a higher proportion of rule breaches compared to the other 54. Five of these are jumps tracks, leading one to query- why if five clearly stand out, is there a “one size fits all” approach to the new rules and pretty much no mitigating circumstances at all?

Every horse, every race, let alone every course, has its own nuances. The presumption is that our jockeys are trying to cope with these and any guidelines in order to WIN. As such, it’s inevitable that, periodically, rules will be breached and riders suspended. Racing needs firm, consistent and FAIR regulation.

 Many other sports have rules where in the heat of competition participants don’t follow the rules to the letter either. These, too, have their own scale of penalties, but it’s only following serious breach that those involved lose their livelihoods for ANY period of time, let alone, as British racing now demands, for days on end, often for something that has bordered on nothing!

The new prescriptive penalties, which see a five-day ban handed to a jockey as though it’s a Mars Bar, is completely disproportionate and surely flies in the face of a person’s “right to earn a living”. Likewise, the consequences for anyone offending a second or third time.  

No one in racing wants to see a “Rewilding” again. Opinion as to whether disqualification should be the result of a rider breaching whip rules in the way Frankie Dettori did on this horse seems to be divided. For what it’s worth, my view is that in serious cases of whip misuse, where wanton disregard for the rules has clearly occurred, disqualification should be mandatory.

In lesser situations, where on the balance of probability one can’t be sure as to whether a rider has won because he was mildly excessive in his use of the whip, the jockey should continue to carry the can.

As for successful punters in the former situation, they have won at least in part because the rider on that horse committed a serious breach. Such a penalty should help to eliminate a win-at-all costs attitude and ensure that owners and trainers have to pay more than lip service to the consequences of serious whip misuse.

In summary, the current situation is unacceptable, essentially an over-reaction to detailed research that could, and should, have been used in support of racing’s approach to an emotive subject and, also, to the thoroughbred and its welfare.

 

 



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