In 1968, when my family was living in Newcastle-under-Lyme, Stoke-On-Trent, my Dad took me in a little local corner shop.
A can of drink, white with vertical blue and red stripes, caught my five-year-old eye.
It's name was Vimto.
"They called it the victory drink just after the War," my Dad informed me.
Anyway, he bought it for me and, as I sit here 57 years later, surveying yet another pleasant evening, near the open French Window, I'm having a bottle of the "victory drink" to celebrate a successful Royal Ascot.
What a final day.
No bet in the first, I bet Rebels Romance in the second at 9/4 (with spineless savers on Al Riffa and Al Aasy), I had backed Lazzat ante-post at 7/1, but had given up all hope because of the ground and today had savers on Topgear, Insherin, and the runner up, but Lazzat is a machine and delivered, then I lost on the Jersey (California Dreamer).
In the Wokingham I had an absurdly lengthy backers' book portfolio and they all got beat.
BUT, deploying another of my strategies (of which I have numerous running concurrently) I bet Get It on the extended places each-way and in an each-way double, with a win bet, at much better odds, on the machine for good measure.
That copped and going into the Golden Gates I wanted the second leg of the ew double Ernst Blofeld (it all went a bit end of Spectre for Ernst) for the absolute dollars, the fav for a decent win and Murphy's mount to scrape a profit on the race.
And that's how it turned out.
I've loved the meeting - great to see quick ground enjoying a renaissance because it increases edges when it's allowed to happen and I think the straight course bias can be followed when it's pronounced on a given day (like Wednesday), but it's important to possess a bit of empathy, put yourself in the CoC's shoes and realise when you get one side dominating the way it did on Thursday, he can't just sit there and do nothing, so he's likely to try to water the bias away overnight.
As always, avoid dogma and pedantry and be prepared to be flexible, counter intuitive even, and turn on a sixpence at times.
Those are my thoughts, anyway, as I eternally endeavour to keep my head above water and keep the wolf from the door.
Right, where's that second bottle of Vimto?
