NOVABRIDGE, bred by Songsheet, scoots to 1st at Yarmouth in the 4.40. Out the gate, and Kieren's busy furtling around with his left stirrup, so doesn't ask him to go on bar keep up; the blinkers begin to slide up our hero's face, which doesn't deter him from his efforts; Kieren grabs them when they reach NOVABRIDGE's ears and whups 'em off, they gather in the field and then the favourite, and bingo! A neat little win, with an inquiry resolved by the declared blinkers being on from the start of racing, and Kieren not just taking them off because he felt like it. Fascinating contest.