When HF gets beaten, Grassy loses the permission to bombard us with this sh1te ever again. Holy cow, it's painful to read.
Harsh,
Meanwhile, picture the scene in the north of England, EC1 settles in front of his PC. The screen flickers as he switches it on but soon becomes as constant as its' operator. He leafs through his now voluminous Champion Hurdle notes with an assuredness that only time and reflection can bring.
MTOY - Stats dead against him. No Fighting Fifth winner wins a modern day CH and no surrender monkey that has a higher head carriage than Paris Hilton wins either...next
TNO - ROR the second coming.....and he is an outsider for this year's Arkle. Jumps poorly and will be a sitting duck....no ..next
HF - Mmmmm beaten by ROR who was trained at the time by an unlicenced tweed clad Where's Wally lookalike....Grasshoppers one true love....personal bias aside, is too old and at last has found one to beat him..
Our Conor - Oh yes....the hairs on his neck bristle at the memory of last year's Triumph victory.....the sectionals never lie....EVER....This is the one he's waited for.
He's latest chunk on OC brings the green number on Betfair to 5 figures...
He opens the CH thread on Talking Horses.....scoffs at GH's fishwife rhetoric....... Feels a vague sorrow for the naivety of some of the novice posters...his fingers itch to set the record straight but no......he will take the higher ground.
He calmly turns off the machine and retires for the night......soundly he will sleep, as only the righteous can....