Bugger me dead.
Just last week I was giving Marc Van G, Wadey B and all their homies a huge wrap for getting tough on the whip, and using it on riders who broke the rules by flogging their mounts more than the mandated number of times you can be cruel to a racing animal prior to the 100 metre mark.
I thought they were actually serious when the NSW Stewards took the stick to Nash Rawiller and a couple of other whip happy jocks, and so must most of the riders too, for a golden couple of weeks in the annals of racing progress no one was game to get carried away with the persuader.
Professional saddle men and women are canny cookies though, and they were only playing the game for as long as they thought they needed to until it was safe to get back in the water.
That day was yesterday, when back to their old horse belting antics the hoops went, and back to bending their heads backwards and closing their eyes the Stewards followed, and that was the end of that.
Mud in my eye for being such a sucker I believed them.
Belt away children.
Soon you’ll be belting us all the way into obscurity.