Here is what 'Uncle Smartarse' might have posted in full flight:
And not for the first time (nor, I daresay, the last — though that remains to be seen), I find myself compelled to offer a few words in praise of Slim.
Slim, of course, reminded me — inadvertently, as is so often the case — of a day in 1988 at Pontefract. It was one of those afternoons when optimism hung in the air like cheap aftershave. I’d just joined The Racing Post, was wearing what I foolishly considered a “slim-fitting” shirt, and fancied myself part of the new media guard. A colleague (whose name escapes me but whose tie I still resent) asked what I fancied in the second. “Cavied Hero,” I said, more from rhythm than reason. It won. Naturally, I’ve been a marked man for insight ever since.
Which brings me, circuitously but inevitably, back to Slim. He said — several times, in fact, though always with that half-knowing tone — “Why wouldn’t they run him?” And I thought, yes, why wouldn’t they? The logic was unimpeachable. Of course, one must also consider that there were perfectly sound reasons they mightn’t, but that’s the beauty of racing, isn’t it? Two sides to every fence, and a man like me perched neatly on top of it, watching both paddocks with interest.
If the horse wins, I’ll naturally credit Slim’s insight. If it doesn’t, well, perhaps the ground went against him, or perhaps we were all simply victims of optimism — that most treacherous of goings. Either way, I’ll wait to see how it rides on the day before committing to a firm view.