At 8 a.m. this morning, my column was done, the ‘i’s were dotted, the ‘t’s crossed. I had even suggested a headline, ‘Three mudlarks for Sandown tomorrow’. Within half an hour, I would be pressing the send button on my weekly email to my friends at Spectator Life.
Sadly, just 20 minutes later, the whole column was redundant. My three fancies that loved heavy ground would not have the chance to lark around in the mud: tomorrow’s Sandown card, the highlight of which was due to be the final of the Unibet Veterans’ Handicap Chase, was abandoned due to waterlogging.
Since no bookie I have ever come across can be likened to a charity, the NRNB concessions typically leads to reduced odds
Since a tipping column without a tip is about as useful as a constitutional monarchy without a king or queen at its head, there had to be a hasty rethink. This weekend’s fare at the other tracks had already offered nothing of interest to me on the betting front.
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