I’ve seen that Barney Curley interview a few times over the years. The last one I remember was on RTÉ, maybe around 2020. From memory, his tone was different in that one — more reflective, less self-satisfied. He spoke about the lack of correlation between money and happiness. Whether that interview can still be sourced, I don’t know.
The problem with romanticising people like Barney Curley is that, at the end of the day, he was cheating. Plenty in the game do the same thing, only without the public reverence. Ronan McNally, for example, is every bit as good a plotter as Curley ever was, but he lost his licence.
Racing and betting have a strange relationship with this whole issue. The Great Man can stop all the horses he wants. He doesn’t pay tax, and instead donates to causes of his choosing in Limerick, which insulates him from any real scrutiny. Curley and McManus get revered as almost mystical figures, yet McNally and others are branded cheats.
The only way to fix this long-term is simple but bold: bookmakers need to be cut out of the ecosystem entirely and replaced by a transparent pool system run for racing. Then you can cheat all you like — every bet would still have a visible impact on the starting price for everyone to see.