|Posted by Seamus Mullins on April 26, 2017 at 6:35 PM||comments (108)|
Well, well, well, could it get any better??? It certainly did with a cracking weekend at Ayr providing two third placed efforts from ROBINROYALE and SOMCHINE – All connections present, not sure if all present and correct following their equine machine’s superb efforts!
And then, to top it all, they go and do it again – WHO ? Who you ask, only Mowgli Sansom and CHESTERFIELD for Rumble Racing in picking up £60,000 prize money for first place in the Scottish Champion Hurdle!
Even Mike Cattermole on Racing UK referred to him as ‘Young Danny Sansom’! Well Danny you have been called many things, most not printable here, but Danny I think Mowgli is better.
An obvious improvement on the whole outcome was the fact that Reg, again in his fit of euphoric excitement, even managed to stay on his feet – I understand he was not on his feet into the early hours of the morning as he spent a lot of time on his back laid flat out on the dance floor!.
When I spoke to him this morning, having been AWOL for the weekend he said it was an absolute cracking experience, he is still on cloud 9 so long may it last my little red haired rhino.
Reg was driving, James was co pilot. They made good time until they arrived somewhere near the Scottish borders when Reg saw a tartan in a shop window named as ‘The Eggleton Tartan’. In his astonishment he slammed on the breaks to get a closer look which woke up his co pilot with a jolt and who was not impressed (he had been asleep since passing Amesbury)! He went on to say the Eggleton Tartan was amazing, pink with yellow spots and if he could remember where he’d seen it he’d get a suit made for Lucy’s wedding for each of the Eggleton Clan! Pink and yellow spots, blimey Reg you would look like a naked Mr Blobby! ………..Blobby, Blobby, Blobby……
What a weekend and what a result – yard prize money won this year has already exceeded all previous efforts, £260,000 and increasing.
Still on a high the Boss invited all out last night for a meal and a few drinks to celebrate the season’s success at the Black Horse. He’s not a bad as he looks you know!
It was a superb evening, good food, good company and good to get home sober and in one piece!
Kind regards to all,
|Posted by Seamus Mullins on April 20, 2017 at 12:45 PM||comments (0)|
Afternoon All - well it’s a big week ahead for Team Mullins, off to Ayr to land some decent prizes but back to that in a moment as I must not forget to mention, regrettably, the Annual Charity race at Larkhill this Saturday has been cancelled due to the lack of rain resulting already in the ground being too firm.
Great shame as it's always well supported from people at the yard. This year Philippa Downing was making her 100th appearance, Tracey Keeping was intending to make a virgin debut whilst Ronnie Ridout obviously had no intention of turning up - despite horse and colours etc all being arranged – he buggered off to Cape Verde with Michelle to avoid his overweight being announced over the speaker system (1 stone overweight I understand, more than that when he returns back to this country!).
Never mind Ronnie, there is always next year – plenty of time to prepare and even Kevin Watson from Caloona Racing is in training after threatening to take part. – just 5 stone to go Kev, plenty of time to lay off those pies.
Right, I digress, back to the week ahead.
Stable going well, Romeo Americo won for the Racing Club last Sunday at Plumpton and we’ve had a couple of seconds this week with Flugzeug (yes I know there were only two runners but they all count!) and I See You Well.
Reg called me this week in his excitement once he heard from the Boss that he was off to Ayr on another jolly boys outing with James.
I did have to tell him that Ayr was in Scotland so take some warm clothes; I think he had just packed his Speedos thinking he was off to a warmer climate!
I spoke to Steph in the office earlier in the week and she said she was going to be the brains in the office, Mission Control she called it!, as the Boss was going up North via saddling a few winners at Southwell. God help the rest of us but I was assured as I heard Ali rustling in the biscuit tin so she was not alone!
Steph said she had just booked the accommodation for Reg and James, a twin room above a pub? All sounded a bit rough and ready, a bit seedy? At least that’s better than last time they went to Aintree because they had to share a double bed on that occasion!
When I told Reg this he said it will be ok this time as he would be taking a cork for his bottom! I presumed then all the food and champagne must have upset his stomach at Aintree but I didn’t want to ask.
Dan was cracked up laughing because they will have to share a twin room – he thinks he ‘s sorted because him and Seamus are travelling up to Ayr together after Southwell – again, finding accommodation en route and he was happy to tell me that Seamus always stays in a decent place.
I was quick to agree with him, Yes Seamus does always stay in a decent place but when I spoke to him this week the only four poster bed you have in mind Dan will be an upturned park bench somewhere on Southwell High Street!
Dan quipped back that was untrue because he had his passport packed to get into Scotland!
I told him the Boss also added that he hoped you liked Scotland because if you don’t ride a double on Saturday on both Chesterfield and Somchine you won’t be getting a lift home and it’s a damn long walk!
All good fun and looking forward to a memorable weekend ahead. We are a professional yard! Good luck Reg and if I don’t see you again Dan please send us down some shortbread!
Regards to all, Paul
|Posted by Seamus Mullins on April 14, 2017 at 5:30 AM||comments (0)|
Well what a week it’s been for Wilsford Racing Stables! COURT AFFAIRS, with Jerry McGrath on board, started the roll off with an impressive bumper debut win at Carlisle and now heads off to the Cheltenham Sales to seek a healthy return. Things then simply got better at Aintree on Grand National Day as immediately after the big race the team of CHESTERFIELD and Dan Sansom – still claiming a valuable 10lbs – took part in the Pinsont Masons amateur and conditional jockey’s race, the last race of the three day Aintree extravaganza.
Well you must know the result, Dan (aka Mowgli) steered the powerful chestnut racing machine to a comfortable win, eased near the line as Mowgli gave his victory salute.
Could it get any better for supporters of the yard? Yes it could, and yes it did! For those of you who are avid followers of Facebook and You Tube saw the unthinkable when Reggie, in his jubilation, ran to greet Mowgli and CHESTERFIELD after their emphatic victory, decided to let the horse tread on his foot as he fumbled to attach the lead rein and took, what appeared to be, a backward step into a manhole as he disappeared from view into the ground with a force that sent a tremor round the main Aintree grandstand (measuring force 5 on the Richter scale), only then to reappear from the bottom of your TV screen seemingly as if nothing happened.
Even of more concern was that the yard first aid leader – first point of contact in any emergency - one Seamus Mullins, did not at any point even attempt to go to his aid but simply side stepped him amid fits of laughter!
1,000 hits/views, and increasing daily by a rate of knots, on Facebook and You Tube also failed to show any sympathy for our red haired talisman, who in his attire of green gilet and yellow tie resembled at times a traffic light, with comments ranging from ‘pmsl’ (if you don’t know what that means ask your kids) to ‘oops Reggie takes a tumble’.
Well they say any publicity is good publicity, but seriously Reg, in front of 600 million viewers worldwide from 140 countries, let alone all those scouse birds who were hurling abuse at you, what on earth were you doing man???
But let’s remained focused – a superb result for all concerned, absolutely brilliant.
An impromptu party was called upon the jolly boys outing successful return to the yard and a good time was had by all, Dan relaying the race step by step, Seamus and James relaying the event step by step and Reggie relaying his tale step by fall!
|Posted by Seamus Mullins on April 7, 2017 at 4:35 AM||comments (0)|
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If you are still reading this, have you not got anything better to do??? Enjoy, remember it’s all in jest but TRUE!,
I thought I’d put pen to paper, well finger to keyboard, to write my farewell story, a true story, to tell you about my last Friday working at the yard.
I remember it well, I think it was a Friday, or maybe the Saturday, yes I’m sure it was Friday – about 9.30 in the morning, or was it 10.30? However, mid morning in the yard when I took a telephone call from Seamus who was at the top of the gallops watching one of the lots work or simply reading the paper!
It went something like this “ Fatboy can you get your hand out of the biscuit tin and pop down to Amesbury to deliver the parcel I’ve left on your desk.”
My first thoughts were, bloody hell he must have a web cam in situ else how he can see me with my mitts in the biscuit tin? But scanning around I could see nothing in the office and asked;
“Just take it to the Post Office shall I?”, “No”, he replied.
“Take it round to the beer garden at the back of the pub (a well known pub but best not say which one for obvious reasons once the story unfolds you will appreciate why – cheap beer and cheap food, you know which one. No? Ok it’s Weatherspoons).Take Reggie with you. Skol, a polish chap, will meet you there at 11 o’clock, give him the parcel and ask no questions“
Strange I thought but well he is Irish. “What’s he look like I enquired?”
“Stocky well built chap, bald bloke, always wears a vest. Even you can remember that and don’t be late?”
“Of course I can remember that, deliver to Skol the Pol at 11. Does he have a Czechoslovakian wife called Rebecca?
“I don’t bloody well know. Why?” he asked, now getting a bit short tempered.
“Well then she’d be known as Becky the Czechie!”
He hung up!
As I took my hand from the biscuit tin I looked to my desk and saw the package, I hadn’t noticed it before. I picked up the package, quite heavy and wrapped in brown grease proof paper, and went to find Reg .
As I walked past the staff canteen at 10.45 precisely, I remember that because morning break ends sharp at 10.30 so I wondered why Reggie was still in the canteen eating cake? But can’t throw stones in glass houses I thought so I said;
“C’mon Reggie, we’ve to deliver a parcel to Amesbury, you can drive, got to be in town by 11 so let’s go”.
“I’ll just get my wallet” he replied. Blimey, I felt a bit feint as I’ve never heard Reggie say that before – I’ll get my wallet!
“You won’t need that we are only dropping this parcel off and coming straight back” I said
He replied “ If we can park outside the baker’s I’ll pop in to get some lunch” .
“I thought Maria made you lunch each day?” “She does and I’ve just eaten it” he replied, still chewing the cud!
We got into Reggie’s little blue car (Chelsea’s, his daughter’s to be precise but he always seems to use it) and sped off out the yard hitting 60 mph through the Woodford valley (sorry Chelsea, I did ask him to slow down but he was thinking of the bakers and cakes and you know how he just sees red mist when he thinks of food).
“What’s in the parcel ?“ he asked “ I don’t know, I was told to ask no questions and just deliver it to some polish bloke in a vest called Skol round the back of the pub, in the beer garden”
“I think Maria knows him” said Reg. He continued,“I think his wife works with Maria, her name is Rebecca!”.
“Bloody hell, she’s not Czechoslovakian is she?” “No you idiot, she’s English, why?” “It doesn’t matter” I replied, laughing to myself.
Reg added with a hint of caution, “Her old man is a bit of a thug though, spent time inside for GBH a few years ago. This is all a bit strange Fatboy, all a bit cloak and dagger, delivering an unknown package to a known offender, why didn’t Seamus take it himself? enquired Reg
Thinking to myself, bloody good question, you are not as stupid as you look Reg “I don’t know” I said, becoming slightly concerned.
At that point Reg had no concerns about the position we were about to put ourselves in as his little blue car (sorry Chelsea’s little blue car) was driving up Amesbury High Street just shy of 50 mph.
“We will never get a parking space here Reg” I said.
“Yes we will Fatboy, I always do, just outside the Bakers”
Clearly there wasn’t a space but within 100 yards of the baker’s shop frontage three cars pulled out simultaneously, just like the parting of the waves and Reg drove the blue rocket straight in.
“I told you so” said my little fat ginger friend. “Bloody hell Reg I think I’ll call you Moses from now on” “Who is she?” he asked!. “Never mind Reg, let’s get some cake” I replied, whilst exiting the blue rocket still with the parcel held close to my chest as if my life depended on it. Maybe it did?.
As Reg scanned the display in the bakers, he could literally seek out a pin a bakers shop let alone ahaystack, enquiring prices of almost everything as he made his way around the shop, ordering enough cakes to feed a small nation, he looked across at me standing at the door and I thought to myself, no Reg, please don’t say it, It’s not funny, I’ve heard it before, don’t say it, please don’t say it – but no he can’t control himself and in cake frenzy he bellowed out across the crowded shop floor
“D’you fancy a finger Fatboy?”
At this point, the four elderly ladies serving, with an average age of 105 all took a step back from the counter and a sharp intake of breath. So once again, thinking himself a comedian, he shouts
“Fatboy, d’you want a Viennese finger?” The ladies, realising they are off the hook, step back to the counter pretending nothing had ever happened having had their excitement for the day.
“No thanks Reg, let’s go else we will be late”.
Dragging him from the bakers, struggling to get him out of the double doors, not simply because of his backside but with his two carrier bags of cake which we promptly deposited in the back of the blue rocket, we made our way to the pub (Wetherspoons for those still thinking which one!).
As we approached I said to Reg, “Let’s not mess about in here Reg, straight through the pub to the beer garden, deliver this parcel and back to the yard. If this bloke has form then best play it straight”
“Ok “, he said “Keep it simple” he continued. I looked at him and thought ‘simple’ definitely being the appropriate word.
We entered the pub, I went in first and led the way directly towards the beer garden. Nobody else was in the pub so we hardly went unnoticed by the three young members of female bar staff who looked at us in the hope of some business, well, serving us anyway!
Remaining focused and looking straight forward I continued to follow the signs to the beer garden whilst still clutching the package to my chest.
In the vain hope of drumming up business and relieving her boredom one of the young ladies enquired “Can I get you anything gents?
Before I could get the words out ‘No thank you we are not stopping, we are just giving this parcel to someone in the beer garden’ my little fat ginger haired oppo replies;
“Yes please two cream teas to the beer garden”
“Bloody hell Reg, two cream teas!!! We are not stopping and you have enough bloody cream cakes in the back of your car to host a bloody street party outside, why d’you want a cream tea as well?”
He replied “ I need to eat when I get nervous.” So I said “Don’t worry Reggie we’ll deliver this package to Skol the Pol and we’ll be out of here.” “What if it kicks off?” he asked. “Reg, we are simply delivering a parcel and that’s it”, I assured him.
I sat down with my back towards the bar door and placed the package on our table and at this point Reg noticed white powder on my chest where I had been clutching the package.
“Whats that then? “ he enquires. Surprised I look down to see rather a lot of white powder on me. “How should I know?” I said almost defensively.
“Smell it” he says, “Taste it” he says, now exhibiting signs of getting rather nervous (I can see another cake coming on here to ease his nerves). Mind you I was getting a little worried myself at this point.
“Reg I don’t know what it is, I’m not going to taste it and certainly am not going to sniff it. You sniff it as if it’s what we think it may be I wouldn’t know what it should taste like or smell like”
Leaning forward across me, placing his head against my chest, he places one finger over one nostril (like an old pro’ ) and sniffs as hard as he can – so damn hard he nearly inhales my Seamus Mullins tee shirt at the same time.
Bad timing, very bad, very very bad timing as the young waitress at this precise time decides to walk through the door with our two cream teas to a vision of Reggies head in my lap appearing be doing something he shouldn’t.
No matter how much I tried to explain that it was not as it seemed, the truth that he was simply trying to snort some white powder on my tee shirt didn’t cut much ice either! She turned on a sixpence and disappeared back into the pub still with our cream teas on her tray. She was obviously very concerned and upset as I could hear the china tea cups clinking together before she banged the tray down at the bar – most likely resigned and left the same day!
All this had gone unnoticed by the red haired crack sniffer because he was still trying to pull my tee shirt from his right nostril. “Well Reg, what do you think it is? Is it cocaine or something, surely the Boss is not dealing in cocaine? Could he be growing plants in some of the empty stables?”
“Good shiiit” muttered and mumbled Reggie. He had gone into a comatosed state. Only then did I realise how much powder was on my shirt as he resembled Casper the Friendly Ghost with white powder all over his face. He had, what I now considered to be, crack cocaine in his eyebrows and a complete white face, the only colour left in him was his red hair.
“You alright Reggie, snap out of it me old mate?. Skol the Pol could be here at any minute”
At this point I could see Reggie was indeed trying to make an effort to snap out of it. However, his efforts by rubbing his eyes with his clenched fists simply made him go from resembling Caspar the Friendly Ghost to Chin Chin the giant panda, still with red hair!
Beam me up Scotty I thought to myself . “Come on Reg I need to get you out of here, let’s go”. He now began to act in a drunken state, slurring and laughing “I’m a celebrity, get me out of here“ he said between fits of laughter.
Bloody hell, he got louder and louder, he had definitely put something he shouldn’t have up his nostril, this was going to take some explaining to his Mrs ( and Barb his Mum, if the powder didn’t kill him she most certainly would).
And who says lightening doesn’t strike twice, well it did in Wetherspoons beer garden that morning as boom, the bar door opened and a muscle man, in a vest , built like a brick sh… (outhouse) appeared with two henchman – one who immediately barred the escape exit ( a six foot wooden gate with immediate access back to the high street) and the other, the door back to the bar whilst Skol sat at the table – inquisitively looking at my companion, the red haired panda!
Play it cool, play it cool Rodney, I thought to myself.
“Good morning Sir, I have your package here“ At this point I lost the plot and proceeded to carry on simply with verbal diarrhea speaking faster and faster with my voice getting higher and higher to a pitch only Aled Jones could ever dream of hitting.
“We are simply delivering this to you from Seamus, our Boss, he is the main man, the Irish Godfather (why on earth did I say that), we don’t know anything, I’m simply the carrier and he is my driver”.
At this point my red haired panda driver stood up, beat his chest like Guy the Gorilla, promptly sneezed that sent a puff of white powder shooting from each nostril like Puff the Magic Dragon and like a wild red haired rhino (if there is such a thing) charged towards the iron man barring the wooden gate that led to the High Street.
Head down, at the top of his voice, he bellowed “ FREEEEEEEDOM” as he charged towards Iron man. He was quicker away than my greyhounds, gathering speed across the beer garden about to make a point of impact that would undoubtedly send iron man into orbit.
Go on Ginge my hero , run Ginge run, I muttered under my breath, then thought, save yourself you git, what about your best mate (only mate!) sat here surrounded by the polish mafia?
Fortunately for Iron man he saw this coming and simply side stepped the red haired rhino who continued at speed, leaving a trail of white powder in his tracks as he continued gathering speed and hit the wooden gate full on taking it off its hinges in the process.
Skol calmly enquired “ Was that Sheymoose, your Boss?”. “No that was Reg my driver, he’s gone to start the car as we are parked on double yellow lines so I can’t stay long”, thinking let me go, let me go, please let me go!
“Why does Sheymoose not like schmelling?” he continued.
What the bloody hell is schmelling I thought to myself, if he spoke polish I’d have more chance of understanding him!
“Schmellin?” I asked.
“The schmellin of that” as he pointed to the package. “Your friend Weg (Weg???, bloody hell it get’s worse) seemed to like it, no?”
I didn’t know what to do or say, I was like a rabbit in the headlights and I think I just froze. “Open the cake” he demanded, again pointing to the package
Now I was brickin’ myself. Cake??? We are talking here crack cocaine and in Poland they refer to it as cake! No wonder Robert at work likes cake and his eyes light up when I tell him there is plenty of cake in the office!
I began to unwrap the brown greaseproof paper from the package; white powder was going everywhere so I was trying not to inhale, holding my breath for as long as I could then taking little breaths from the side of my mouth.
Next I found a layer of tin foil – to throw off the sniffer dogs no doubt when this ‘cake’ went through customs. I’d seen that in Die Hard 3.
“What you think of schmelling? Enquired Mr Skol as inside the tin foil was a white brick block, obviously cocaine.
“I don’t smell, or snort, or whatever you do with it Mr Skol, I don’t schmell” (I needed to make it clear in his version of English what I meant so I spoke using his language, especially after what I saw it do to Weg!!!
“You don’t schmell?” he queried. Whatever he said I wasn’t going to disagree.
“Turn over the cake” he demanded “Why you no like schmelling?” now raising his voice.
As I flipped over the block of crack cocaine I started to weep.
All my emotions came flooding out, those of elation, surprise, definitely relief, for a moment I even relaxed my bowels that had been firmly clenched to make sure I didn’t have an unfortunate accident (another reason why I couldn’t make a run for it like Weg) as I saw before me the ‘schmelling’ ON the ICING of the CAKE!
The schmelling read – ‘Good luck FARTBOY on your retirement’.
Oh my God, was I relieved.
“What is wrong with schmellin” again Skol demanded. With a smile on my face I said “It’s Fatboy not Fartboy”.
The damn crack cocaine block was in fact a sponge cake covered in icing with an abundance of icing sugar (white powder) going everywhere that Sheymoose had arranged for my leaving do.
“Skol” I said, “It’s fine, leave it as it is, we’ll take it” . “Sheymoose is not happy with cake, he says schmellin is wrong. My wife baked cake especially for Fartboy leaving do today. She not happy now” replied Skol. “
Now physically crying I started to laugh uncontrollably, something I shouldn’t have done as my bowels became totally relaxed. Maybe Fartboy could be more appropriate if I don’t get a grip I feared.
Putting my hand out, very happy I still possessed two, I took Skol’s hand and said again “The cake is good, I’ll sort it out, thank you but I must go as Weg is parked outside”
“Ok if you ok, you must go. I tell my wife you change your mind Fartboy and everything is good” he said.
Picking up the cake, not bothering to wrap it, I put it under my arm and walked across the beer garden taking in the smell of fresh air, simply happy to be alive and especially not having followed through! Walking through the gap in the fence opened by the red haired rhino made my way towards the blue rocket.
As I opened the passenger door I banged my hand down on the roof and scared the hell out of the red haired rhino who was clutching the wheel with the engine running, revving in preparation for a quick getaway.
“Where the hell have you been” enquired Weg, still with white powder all over his face.
“Well Weg” (not easy to say) “I’ve been enquiring what you have been putting up your nose and thanks for running away leaving me on my own to single handily fight off three polish warriors, lucky I still remembered my SAS combat skills”
Not too sure and very worried he asked, “What was that powder, was it crack cocaine?
“No Weg, it was bloody well icing sugar so why the hell did you turn into a demolition rolling ball and take the gate off its hinges?”
“Icing sugar, icing sugar! God, I must have snorted loads up my nose, I can’t remember a thing but that amount of icing sugar would have sent me into overload because of my diabetes”
I showed him the cake, he saw the spelling and cracked up. “Come on FARTBOY let’s get back to see Sheymoose” he said.
The little blue rocket pulled away from outside the bakers and we made our way back to normality (well, the yard) eating fingers – Viennese and iced on the way back!
|Posted by Seamus Mullins on April 5, 2017 at 9:05 AM||comments (0)|
Morning All – just waved James and Reg off on their world tour. They’ve taken the big lorry with three horses on board to Carlisle for COURT AFFAIRS debut run this afternoon – hopeful.
They are then off to stop over at Haydock tonight (base camp!) before travelling to Aintree tomorrow with LANDIN ( again hopeful) then back to base camp and then travelling back on Grand National Day (Saturday) with CHESTERFIELD to Aintree to run in the conditional jockeys race (race time 6.15) – again, hopeful.
God help the Liverpool lasses with those two on the loose! James packed his assortment of aftershaves whilst Reg turned up this morning with all of his on!. I think Reg must have dug deep because I understand he was wearing Old Spice and Brut – splash it all over Reg!
I’m off this afternoon to Wincanton with HOOVES THE DADDY – first time out in the bumper – again, hopeful.
I must mention that our thoughts and condolences go out to the family of James McNeile who passed away last Saturday after suffering a nasty fall at Larkhill Point to Point meeting. I am sure that James died competing in the sport that he loved and having ridden myself professionally for many years you appreciate there is always an element of risk that cannot wholly be removed but tragic incidents like this are exceptionally rare.
|Posted by Seamus Mullins on March 24, 2017 at 11:05 AM||comments (1)|
Good Afternoon Bloggers
Just back from Lambourn this morning where we gave FERGALL a piece of work up the Jockey Club’s gallops. Dan Sansom on board and the horse moved splendidly, very well and very pleased.
Consequently, no stranger to winning on the flat so all roads for FERGALL lead to Kempton on Saturday 1 April for the Rosbery handicap over 1 mile 3 furlongs on the all weather surface.
Pleased to report Chelsea Eggleton is back riding out, place has been quite without her following her tumble (well, some say it looked more like a flying dismount but you are meant to wait for the horse to stop Chelsea not get off when the horse is running at full pelt!).
Your Dad said as you landed on your head there is nothing to hurt in there! Are you sure you are not adopted? Anyway, pleased you are back and we must see about your Dad riding out if Billy Smart’s are ever in town and I can get a saddle big enough to fit an elephant!
I’ve heard from James who has spent the last week skiing in a 10 degrees sunny climate! He assures me they have been skiing in the snow simply by going higher up in the mountains. I'm sure they have had a good time. Back to work Monday my boy hoping you come back suitably refreshed because there is plenty to do here. Paul never done the washing up last Saturday so there is 3 weeks’ worth of that to start with!.
Actually, I must apologise to Paul when I next see him as I always thought it was him eating all the biscuits. I have now discovered that was not the case when I passed the office window on two occasions this week, looked in and first saw Steph with both of her hands in the tin, adopting a conveyor belt action from tin to mouth and secondly, I actually saw Ali with her damn head in the tin!
I suppose I’d better mention it, although it pains me. LANDIN went up 16 lbs in the handicap this week for his performance in the Triumph Hurdle at Cheltenham. Yes, we were all pleased with his effort but not to that extent. I have written to the handicapper accordingly seeking a review or reconsideration of his new mark.
For all you yard favourite horse followers, CHESTERFIELD didn’t take his chance this week due to the ground going against us at Newbury – plenty more opportunities pending.
A little disappointed with my bumper runners over the past week, both SMILEY and CAP HORNER running with the choke full out early doors and paying the price by running out of petrol. Both should however benefit for the experience.
AZBO, a big strong horse, one to definitely be on if going into battle, would benefit from a change of sphere. He will not race again and we are open to offers for a nice specimen of a horse. Please contact me direct if you may be interested.
May well have a couple of runners Monday for the Racing Clubs. ALOTTARAIN has schooled well and looks back on song so will take her chances Monday at Plumpton. She may well be accompanied by JUBILYMPICS who will either go with her, to run in the bumper, or go up North to Market Rasen.
Mustn’t forget the next Tony McCoy, Mr Matthew Fielding who has another ride aboard ADRENALIN FLIGHT on Saturday at Milborne St Andrew in the point to point. 3.50 off time.
Matt, after much consideration of form of the 16 other entries, tells me he is confident! I think I’d better ask the horse how he feels aswell?
With my NTF hat on, I am very pleased to see and endorse support of the new jockey licensing criteria that will ultimately ensure our sport will be made safer following the proposed overhaul of the way new jockeys are licensed and trained.
Under a more rigorous regime applicants for apprentice and conditional jockey courses will be accepted only if they pass a pre-licence assessment.
The length of the course will also be doubled to ten days and there will be continuity training for young jockeys once they are riding as claimers.
The purpose of the change, which will be introduced by the BHA from April 1, is to ensure jockeys are more highly skilled early in their career and better equipped physically and mentally to develop into elite professionals in a sport in which 30 per cent of licensing course attendees do not ride a winner and 88 per cent do not ride out their claim.
The BHA has recognised there are too many riders failing to develop successful careers after obtaining their licences.
This new strategy is the result of more than three years' work in which the Professional Jockeys Association, National Trainers' Federation and Jockeys Employment and Training Scheme have been actively involved and I feel is long overdue.
|Posted by Seamus Mullins on March 20, 2017 at 7:30 PM||comments (0)|
Fresh back from a superb four days at Cheltenham. As ever, the pinnacle of the jumps season and the icing on the cake gave us a few runners on the last day. Fantastic racing, featuring most of the best horses in our sport competing in the cauldron of the Cotswolds, splendid.
As usual, the buzz, the craic, it was a fantastic week, topped by being amongst the company of good friends to share the electric atmosphere and an opportunity to catch up with many old acquaintances’.
I was very pleased with our horses’ efforts in the Triumph Hurdle, both going off at massive prices. I SEE YOU WELL, first time out for us and owner Albert Goodman ran very well. Up with the pace from the off and he was still there two out. Jamie Moore said the horse jumped and travelled well, plenty of scope for the future.
LANDIN, under Jeremiah McGrath, was settled in rear and ran on very well up the hill, in fact running on strong. Another pleasing effort.
Both have a promising and exciting future, both looking likely to make superb 2 1/2 mile chasing prospects.
I must add I was slightly disappointed by the performance of our third runner, SONG LIGHT in the County Hurdle. He set off in rear, usual plan to get him settled, seemingly jumped ok but never really got into the race. No excuses on the day so just put it down to a bad day as he’s already proved he’s quality and hopefully will bounce back.
Usually after the Cheltenham week many national hunt enthusiasts experience a bit of a low as the previous six months, with the build up to the festival meeting, has been the main subject for much debate.
However, not this time in the Mullins household! Could it get any better, yes it could and it certainly did as Ireland dismantled England’s sweet chariots in the rugby Saturday afternoon and it’s all been a bit of a blur since then! What a finish to the Cheltenham week, it doesn’t get any better – well, I suppose it could with a few festival winners!
I also enjoyed the company of members from one of my racing clubs Saturday afternoon at Fontwell where we shouted home ROMEO AMERICO to finish a fair placed second behind a handicap certainty. On the positive, more money in the racing club funds and horse back home safe and sound ready to battle another day.
So moving on, no low or lull for us here with plenty to look forward to this week.
Tomorrow we have two runners at Exeter. Both STEEL CITY and AZBO. The former , STEEL CITY, is overdue a bit of luck, has been round Exeter a couple of times before and is due to put in a good performance. AZBO, is a big imposing horse, possibly the biggest in the yard. However, despite his size he can shift. Looking forward to his debut outing in a bumper but whatever the outcome tomorrow it will all be a new experience for him and he is a specimen chaser in the making. He could even carry Reg and Fatboy at the same time and yes, whilst pulling the proverbial milk cart!
BURST YA BUBBLE will make his long overdue reappearance on Wednesday at Haydock or Thursday at Warwick. Am waiting to see how the races cut up to go for the best option. He has been working well at home and we are hoping for a nice run as he has shown plenty of promise to date.
In addition on Thursday at Warwick, we have an entry for Ian Bare’s homebred mare, KENTFORD HEIRESS.
Friday, all roads lead to Newbury with the exciting CHESTERFIELD. Arguably the most followed horse in the yard from our Twitter and Blog readers. I still feel we were unlucky last time out, finishing second in the Greatwood Hurdle again at Newbury so looking forward with his proud owners – The Rumble Racing Club – to going one better.
James is off skiing this week with his girlfriend Flo. I can’t remember where they are going exactly but I did hear him mention it was 10 degrees and sunny – hardly skiing weather, hoped he packed his Speedo’s.
Paul came up Saturday morning and within half an hour disrupted the whole place! I was slightly disappointed he refused to do the washing up that we had left waiting for him for the last fortnight! I think he was too keen to shoot down to Friar Tuck’s for his traditional ‘monster’ breakfast.
Right, got to go, next lot is about to pull out – winner’s to train, places to be.
ps I must mention Mick who replied my my 'Ode' , also slightly in rhyme so in reply;
Thank you Mick for your little rhyme,
Can hardly say, t'was as good as mine.
Keep trying though, as improvement may yield ,
Friday to Newbury, C'MON CHESTERFIELD!.
|Posted by Seamus Mullins on March 2, 2017 at 7:45 AM||comments (1)|
An Ode to my leaving Assistant Trainer, an ode to Paul
Well, it’s finally happened, he’s walked out the door,
Quick change the locks, before he’s back for more.
After four long years, finally I’ll see his back,
Yes every week, I’ve given him the sack.
“I’m back Seamus, I know you were jokin’”,
He’s made me fume, he’s left me smokin’.
He says, “Four long years, early mornings no more”,
Say what you want , still changing locks on door!
I’d shout, c’mon Paul stop this farse,
Else you’ll have, my boot right up ya backside!
He’ll ride anything out, without a fuss,
He’d be safer though, on a number 7 bus!
Lester Piggott?, he takes a flyer,
Can his bum, get much higher?
Riding a finish, you can hear his banter,
Only meant to be, a damn steady canter.
Listen to my instructions; I said “Go slow”,
Wasting my time, makes it up as he goes.
“Straight up the gallops, stay on the right course”,
I may have bloody well spoken, to the damn horse!
His mucking out is poor, 1 out of 10,
He mucks out one, I do it again!
The office will be so quite, he’s always made a din,
Now for once, I may actually get a word in.
Unlock the biscuit tin, enough for all,
No longer, “One for me, five biscuits for Paul”.
The dogs will lose weight, no biscuits no cake,
They’ll be own their own now, no fuss will we make.
No barking, no whining, no scratching the door,
Simply all waiting, for Paul’s crumbs on the floor.
I’m hope Steph you’re watching, Paul sweeping the floor,
Cos once he has gone, for you there’s a chore.
Steph, when washing the cups, please use fairy,
When you read this, don’t you dare get lairy.
Catering Manager? Well, he makes the tea,
“No biscuits for you, but a couple more for me”
From this ode, tis plain to see,
Just how much he meant to me !
Party party party, lets crack on,
Yes its true, he’s finally gone.
There’ll be no more hard work, no more sloggin’,
As Paul is now a Trainer!, for professional doggin’.
You’ll see, top trainer, at doggin’ for sure,
I paid him too much, but I’m sure he’ll earn more.
With Reggie an owner, they are bound to court trouble,
In that new doggin van, my how that will wobble.
Travelling the country, with dogs that can fly,
Regular features, I’m sure both live on Sky.
Well it’s finally over, the end of an era,
Let’s raise the roof, can we be any cheerier.
So go forth Fatboy, work hard and get sloggin’
Go forth Fatboy, shake up the world of doggin.
Some bloody great memories, a tear in my eye,
Four years of laughter, how time does fly.
A thorn in my side, he’s been such a pain,
But one thing is true, he can entertain!
|Posted by Seamus Mullins on February 27, 2017 at 3:45 AM||comments (2)|
Good Morning Bloggers
What a weekend! Can’t really mention the football as one of my biggest owners (who wished to remain anonymous) is a massive Saints fan – took the whole family to Wembley yesterday to see his side get turned over by Manchester United. I’m told by the football scholars in the yard that Saints played superbly, had a goal disallowed and were by far the better team, very unlucky to lose, but again, with 7 minutes to go if you leave Ibrahimovic unmarked in the 6 yard box with the ball coming in from a decent cross, what do you expect?
Even better, although disappointed with the final score, was the England Italy rugby match. Absolutely comical when the Italian tactics completely brainwashed the England players but then again what do you expect with an Australian leading the English team who were completely outfoxed by an Irishman leading an Italian team with a French referee looking on, totally bemused – brilliant.
Mind you, I’ve nearly had enough of walking into the yard on a Monday morning to the sounds of two fatboys singing ‘ Swing low sweet chariot’ – if they could find another they’d be like the Three Tenors!
Right better discuss horse matters. Matthew Fielding had a ride at Badbury Rings yesterday, a quick ride at that as he was unseated at the second fence. His defence was he was lucky to have stayed on at the first so he knew what fate held for him as they steamed towards the second fence. Boom, all over.
Looking forward this week, we have Wincanton members descending upon us Wednesday morning. In the afternoon we have the long and eagerly awaited return of the mighty TRICKY ISSUE at Wincanton – last time out, third at 150/1! Visibly improved since her break and expecting something to surprise us and her loyal owners, CALOONA RACING (Yes, you can guess who is writing this!!!)
Saturday we have CHESTERFIELD entered in the Greatwood Hurdle at Newbury plus over the weekend we have a couple of exciting entries, both first time out in national hunt bumper races, AZBO and SMILEY, both in at Newbury Saturday and Huntingdon Sunday.
Must draw your attention to the Racing Post, specifically their Sunday supplement, even more specifically page 3! Now don’t get too excited gents or else you are in for a big disappointment – it’s not the page 3 you are thinking about but in yesterday’s page 3 of the Racing Post Sunday supplement I was featured in their ‘Question and Answer’ page. Enjoy.
|Posted by Seamus Mullins on February 25, 2017 at 3:15 AM||comments (0)|
Fresh back from Warwick with a couple of second placed runners - good runs from both of them - LANDIN equipped himself well, miles clear of the third placed horse and a superb day for Members of the Racing Club, 22 Members in attendance who readily collected at 33/1 on ROMEO AMERICO, also finishing second in a later race on the card.
Quite fresh up on the gallops as well this morning. Fortunately Michelle and Ronnie in this weekend so plenty of Michelle’s homemade cake on offer. Needless to say Paul (he says in the interest of health and safety) volunteered to try the cake first! Now on his second piece so I assume it is ok to eat!
Enjoyed a good week with 50 plus members turning up for the Annual General Meeting of the National Trainer’s Federation (NTF) to listen to Simon Bazalgette (Chief Executive of the Jockey Club) give his views and thoughts regards proposals to dispose of Kempton, encompassing what this outcome would mean for the Jockey Club and thus racing. His paper was well received, some supportive and understanding and some remaining sceptical. All in all very interesting.
At the commencement of my second year of presidency I was pleased to inform those present that the NTF have taken up more responsibility on the recruitment and retention of stable staff. We are identifying ways to improve staff retention through better working practices that may be adopted in yards.
In addition, we are in the process of launching a new informative and interactive website in the summer dedicated to all staff, both already in racing yards and those wishing to start a career in racing.
Busy week ahead and we are looking forward to meeting Members from Wincanton racecourse on Wednesday morning. Coming up to visit the yard, enjoy a close up schooling session see the facilities we have to offer here at Wilsford stables. We actually then have a runner at Wincanton in the afternoon, Tricky Issue for Caloona Racing.
Reggie has booked the afternoon off as he won a day out with Caloona Racing as part of the Yard Open Morning Raffle. He is taking Maria along to enjoy the experience – good luck both of you in the company of Paul who looks after Caloona Racing! Make sure it’s endless bottles of Champagne.