Nobody forces anyone to do anything; nobody forces you to have a bet and then whine about bad jockeys losing you money.
This sits very uncomfortably it me as i have spent most of the last twenty years being friends with dedicated but struggling jumps jockeys and know it's hard; ITS THINGS LIKE THEY CAN'T GET MORTGAGES EVEN IF THEY ARE THE TOP OF THE PROFESSION sometimes. Then my friend RICHARD DAVIES WAS KLLED AT SOUTHWELL; andno another friend peter gehm is in a wheelchair for the rest of his life from an accident on the gallops. Okay its a risk they all take; but a bit of respect for that courage wouldnt go amiss here.
you also forget the vast majoity of jump jockeys come though the hunting and point to point field and are not paid. ITS A DAMN HARD LIFE BUT MOST DO IT FOR THE LOVE OF THE HORSES AND THE SPORT AND WE SHOULD RECOGNISE THAT AND AS PUNTERS AND FANS OF THE SPORT NOT BEGRUDGE THEM WHEN FINALLY THEY CAN MAKE A RESPECTABLE WAGE...WHICH REMEMBER IS ONLY LIKELY TO BE FOR TEN YEARS OR SO; AND IF INJUIES ARE INVOLVED OFTEN THEY HAVE TO START ALL OVER AGAIN...Christian williams for example.
THESE MEN AND WOMEN ARE THE LAST GLADIATORS AND IN A TIME OF HEALTH AND SAFETY PC BULL ITS WORTH REMEMBERING THAT. MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU ARE AT A JUMPS MEETNG GO AND STAND BY A FENCE AND FORGET THE PUNTNG FOR FIVE MINUTES AND BEHOLD WHAT THEY DO.
IN THE MEANTIME HERE IS A REMINDER.
and also apt to recall the words of W B Yeats; which sturred me since childhood to follow
AT GALWAY RACES
by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
HERE where the course is,
Delight makes all of the one mind,
The riders upon the galloping horses,
The crowd that closes in behind:
We, too, had good attendance once,
Hearers and hearteners of the work;
Aye, horsemen for companions,
Before the merchant and the clerk
Breathed on the world with timid breath.
Sing on: somewhere at some new moon,
We'll learn that sleeping is not death,
Hearing the whole earth change its tune,
Its flesh being wild, and it again
Crying aloud as the racecourse is,
And we find hearteners among men
That ride upon horses.
well frankly it sickens me that racing is now being run by a bunch of gutless public shoolboys who havent the courage to stand by the jockeys and allow them to be grilled by a socialist police state for the benefit of mug punters with conspiracy theories and even offer some on the altar. Bring back Brad I say....