He was the Douglas Whyte of Macau in that he totally dominated racing in what was then still a Portuguese enclave. The Vegas boys hadn’t moved in with their lock, slots and smoking barrels, and it was a time when the fledgling Macau Jockey Club was actually proving to be a mild-mannered Clark Kent to the HKJC’s Superman with no kryptonite around.
It was also a time when an unassuming young jockey from Melbourne named John Didham “did a Julius Caesar” and came, saw, conquered, ruled the riding roost and left just as the rot was setting in- odds changing during a race, everything controlled by those “upstairs”, mobile phones being used in front of security guards standing under “Mobile Phones Forbidden” warnings and bookies operating openly on the “exclusive” Members floor.
My perception of the recent article in RacinB*tch titled, The Changing Face of RacingB*tch, is twofold.
1. Had RacingB*tch reached a point of beating its head against a brick wall and by stopping, ceased the pain ?
2. What was RacingB*tch achieving being a lone voice in the wilderness ?
It has been said – “ Keep the bastards honest.”
Well, thanks to RacingB*tch, it gave people, like myself and others from the racing fraternity, a platform, totally non censored, to voice concerns and “ keep the bastards honest.”
There comes a time when one needs to “cease operations”, step back, look forwards, and seize the day and seize a Caesar Salad and seize whatever new opportunities there might be to stop lethargy setting in, and, perhaps even saying, “To hell with it, there are better things to do with one’s time and talent”. And so it is with Racingbitch.
When this delivery platform was launched around eight years ago the thinking was to have fun producing it and that it might, hopefully, be racing’s answer to a mongrel comprising equal parts Monty Python, Perez Hilton and the scandalous irreverence of Popbitch.
AUSTRALIAN RACING’S INTEGRITY AT THE CROSSROADS (WITH MULTIPLE VITAMINS FOR COMPANY)
Not a week goes by in Australian racing without another dark, murky and astonishing chapter in what is rapidly developing into Australian racing’s worst scandal and worst nightmare. This week it was the about-face by Melbourne based veterinarian Tom (Dr Doolittle) Brennan who, through his solicitor, contacted Racing NSW and Racing Victoria stewards and admitted that he had failed to provide full and frank evidence to the respective stewards inquiries.
Posted in Australian horse racing industry, Hong Kong Jockey Club, Hong Kong Racing, Horse Racing, Racing NSW, The horse racing industry
Tagged AUSTRAC, Danny O'Brien, HKJC, MARK KAVANAGH, Perry Williams, Racing NSW, RACING VICTORIA, SAM KAVANAGH, Tabcorp, Tom Brennan, Winfried Englebrcht-Bresges
After much swinging of your dick in regards to how good HK racing is compared to Australian racing I thought I would reply.
For a start the general quality of horse there in HK is shit, a group 1 horse there is a group 3 or listed horse here. As for the happy crowd well that’s because every Asian I know is a compulsive fucking gambler. You can have your head your arse sterile HK Jockey club meeting, you have nothing like the Spring Carnival there. Hong Kong is a hub for business, which means there are rich owners there, a battler can’t get a horse, over here anyone can get into racing they may work in a factory or picking fruit but they can still own a horse. You still can’t produce a decent trainer or jockey there you have to source the rest of the world for that. So in closing Hans please remove your head from your arse and watch and learn about real horses, jockeys ,trainers and horse racing here in Australia….
Neville Bloody Bartos
Bastille Day has come and gone for another year, and outside of France, few, if any, either understand its significance or give a toss about it. It’s exactly where Australian racing is at this point in time. The contrast with Hong Kong is stark. And sadly so.
Whilst the two models are poles apart, and one needs to be careful of finding common ground for valid comparison, there are nevertheless areas where the stunning and glaring differences pose the obvious question: Why?
Where the atmosphere at the recent end of season meeting at Shatin and at Happy Wednesday each week at Happy Valley is infectiously upbeat, the atmosphere at every one of Australia’s race courses, with the exception of Flemington at spring carnival time, is almost, well, grim. What could and should be a fairytale is, these days, grim.
Australian racing is angry with itself. It reflects a growing anger within the community, which is creeping into a society that is looking increasingly like the character Howard Beale in the classic movie “Network”- angry, frustrated and stark raving mad at everything.