By Hans Ebert
Thinking back, there was the night when attending a fairly recent Hong Kong International Jockeys’ Championship and being introduced to Australian racing personality Bruce Clark for the first time. This was during his pre-John Wall-funded G1X Racing days. It was the same year one came face-to-face with Francesca Cumani. Nothing against Bruce who’s a lovely sun-tanned man, but to be in the presence of the luminous Miss Cumani at the After Race Party up at Adrenaline sent a certain tingle up my spine that resulted in immediate brain freeze. All I could do was waffle on about the flats she was wearing. They were light pink. I was Lord Gaga.
That might have also been the night back in 2012 when Joao Moreira and his wife were standing quietly at the back of Adrenaline, and I walked up, patted him on his back for winning the International Jockeys Championship, and mentioned that he “might do okay” if he ever came and rode in Hong Kong on a full-time basis.