THE HURDLING WASTELANDS

It is now accepted across the board by the reasonably minded that we are in an era where the hurdling ranks are thinner in quality than anyone currently alive can remember, and that the position of the Champion Hurdle itself in the big race pecking order, is lower than at any time since WW2.

Let's not doubt that for many years the Champion Hurdle deservedly shared the same high stage with the Cheltenham Gold Cup at the festival. Allowing that you would get vintage, standard and below par fields and winners of each event, they were of almost equal prestige, the Gold Cup ahead if only marginally.

We now have a Cheltenham Festival with the Gold Cup ahead of a pack that has the Champion Chase at least the equal of its hurdling counterpart. Put it this way, in times gone by there is no way that Altior would have gone straight over fences the season after hammering his field in the Supreme Novices.

He looked a potential champion hurdler in waiting that day, even without knowing how the career path of Buveur D'Air would meander. The current title holder was a well-beaten third in the race and by custom would have been the one earmarked for the Arkle Challenge Trophy route, a path he started promisingly on until being suddenly switched back to the smaller obstacles after a cloud appeared over the future of Faugheen.

The two mile chasing division did receive a massive boost in kudos from the 1980's onwards. Starting with the magnificent Badsworth Boy, followed by the admirable Pearlyman, then on to that closely contested Viking Flagship era in the 1990's which was entertaining but without a truly outstanding champion, and into recent times with legends Moscow Flyer and Sprinter Sacre.

But in a perfect world, the Champion Hurdle should have more prestige and be the trophy that you would take given the choice.

While it is an agreed fact that the main reason for the general decline in the strength of the hurdling ranks stems from the demand and opportunities for flat horses to continue their careers in the likes of Australia and the Middle East, along with an expanded All -Weather programme here, there seems to be a knock on effect on the sense that animals that have been reared through the traditional store route and who turn into high-class novice hurdlers are increasingly likely to switch straight to fences.

This goes hand in hand with the loss in prestige of the division, something that will not be helped by Samcro's hugely disappointing beginning to his second season over timber. The hurdling arena needed a big fillip and many were hoping that he would be turn into the horse he visually looked to be last March.

As time races on the vintage 1970's era for the two-mile hurdling division becomes more of a distant memory. Indeed, it is an era that the small number of modern-day racing fans will care or know nothing about.

This was clear when a few years back the Racing Post invited its readers to vote on who they consider the best hurdler in history was, with the likeable but as champions go, run of the mill, Rooster Booster ahead of the old legends.

The image that this vote conjured up is one of vocal here for today twenty-something racegoers wearing designer clothes, taking designer drugs, and having racing as a second or third sport in a list headed by the God that is football, and who themselves probably support one of the in vogue teams in a location they have no connection to and live many miles from.

If such a survey had been held in the 1970's, I would be sure that the young fans then, despite it dawning on them that they were in a vintage period, would have possessed the enthusiasm and respect for the history of the sport to have considered and put the likes of Persian War and Hatton's Grace high up on the list.

To the middle of that decade we had Fred Rimmell's outstanding champion Comedy of Errors who took the title in 1973, lost it to his great adversary Lanzarote in 1974, then regained it in the 1975 mudbath. Peter O'Sullivan once referred to Comedy of Errors as "one of the post-war greats of winter racing."

Both horses had been winners on the flat, Comedy of Errors a very useful handicapper who had finished fourth in the 1971 Magnet Cup when trained by Tom Corrie. There would have been a strong probability that nowadays he'd have been snapped up to continue his career on the flat in another continent. What a loss that would have been.

To appreciate the strength and depth of the hurdling ranks at the time, consider the beginning of the 1975/76 season. This was the season that a changing of the guard would take place headed by Night Nurse, who to many remains the greatest hurdler of all time, a statement supported by him having highest Timeform rating for one in that sphere in the organisations history.

During the season Night Nurse won all of his eight starts. Comedy of Errors ran eight times winning on three occasions, the last of which was in the Templegate Hurdle at Aintree where he beat Grand Canyon narowly, the latter a high class hurdler who ran eleven times during the season.

Lanzarote made seven appearances, showing his versatility in winning the Long Walk Hurdle, while the emerging one time Epsom Derby sixth Sea Pigeon, who was now with Gordon Richards, ran six times.

The odd one out was the runner up in the Champion Hurdle, Bird's Nest. A legend in his own right. Bob Turnell gave him an in line with modern times three outings.

As an example of how spirited connections were up for it week in week out, consider Comedy of Errors seven runs before his Templegate success.

Beginning in the Kirk and Kirk Hurdle at Ascot in November, he finished runner-up to Lanzarote. He then finished in the same position in the Fighting Fifth Hurdle attempting to give Night Nurse 9 lb on their first encounter. Sea Pigeon finished back in third.

In the Trial Hurdle at Cheltenham in December he finished third to Sea Pigeon and Navigation, conceding 10 lb to both. Then over to Leopardstown at Christmas for the Sweeps Hurdle where he passed the post in fourth position, the race won by Night Nurse.

He quickly reappeared at Windsor in the New Years Day Hurdle where he prevailed by a head in a tussle with Sea Pigeon. Next to the Wolverhampton Trial Hurdle, failing by two and a half lengths to give weight away to Bird's Nest.

Comedy Of Errors then returned to the winner's enclosure when decisively beating Bird's Nest stable companion Tree Tangle in the National Spirit Challenge Trophy at Fontwell.

In his attempt to take the Champion Hurdle for a third time, he finished fourth behind Night Nurse, Bird's Nest and Fulke Walwyn's Dramatist, with Lanzarote one place behind him in fifth.

This fear nothing, heavy campaigning, horses are for racing approach was not unusual during this era. It was the norm and to be expected, and sadly exemplifies a period when the sport was at its very best. In fact, compared to how rigorously another outstanding champion Monksfield campaigned a few years later, Fred Rimmell gave his charge a relatively easy time.

It is unlikely we will ever return to such an impassioned period and equally unlikely that racing over timber will ever enjoy such a competitive span ever again. And the powers that be are misguidedly going off on a wacky tangent to try and pull in new interest in the sport instead of going back to basics and accepting that high-class horses competing against each other regularly is the main door opener to the sport and should be their prime focus.

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SINISTER FORCES AT WORK

The rumour that plans are afoot to abolish the whip from racing in the UK will come as no surprise to those us who became highly sceptical of that piece done on ITV racing twelve months back involving John Francome and Tony McCoy.

What was an attempted impression of a couple of national hunt legends engaging in offhand, often light-hearted chit chat while having a casual stroll stunk then of an attempt to tinker with the details of their own established beliefs. This to cater for these imaginary, potential young racing fans that those holding influence are ingenious enough to have come up with their overall character portrayals of.

It only lasted a few minutes but anyone paying attention who is a lifelong follower of the sport could not have failed to have been baffled by both former riders assertions that they never really needed the whip and would have been fine without it.

What had happened to the ' this is horseman's domain keep your nose out of what you know nowt about'  method of dealing with those critical of some areas of jockeyship?

If suspicions are true then it is a dire state of affairs in which there exists a small number of self-righteous individuals behind the scenes who hold an amount of influence and power that far ouutweighs their level of intelligence.

On these mini televised pieces these stakeholders are able to set the scene, the gist of the word spoken, how they perceive it will be received, and the desired outcome.

And for those looking even deeper into this and to try and work out how it will all pan out if the hold is not put on the self destruct button, there is an inkling that shortly after the ludicrous clamping down and removal altogether of the whip, the unique, unmatched in its offering, sport of national hunt racing will be at best neutered and at worst sacrificed.

If this sounds far-fetched then muse over the willingness to push this cold, soulless, All Weather game into our everyday lives. And the time window could be smaller than we think. Some are sprouting rumours that they have it on good authority that plans are afoot to remove the whip in as little as three years from now.

We are on the eve of a chaotic, exciting mid-season jumping bonanza with the King George Chase to top it all yet racing and Sky Sports News, are eager to inform us of the announcement made that a horse called General Tufto has been retired.

The New One retiring, that was worthy news, so too if it was shortly announced that the likes of Faugheen or Coneygree had encountered setbacks that hastened an end to their terrific careers.

But General Tufto?  The amount of publicity given to his retirement would make a casual viewer think that he had been a rag to riches star. We had a recording of an emotional trainer being interviewed by an almost equally emotional Simon Mapletoft, which was repeatedly shown on the Sky Sports News loop.

Without being miserable and unjustly picky for a horse who won seventeen times in a long stretched out career, the reality is we are talking of an animal who raced off a highest rating of 75.

Operating from the basement, trainer Charles Smith has a handful of moderate animals. He reached double figures once, training eleven winners back in 2000. This year he looks to be emulating 2007 and 2008 where he failed to train a single winner.

Put it this way, when racing feels the pinch of the wholly correct decision to drastically cut the minimum stakes on the FOBTS, the arena for horses of General Tufto's quality will be smaller with fewer pickings up for grabs.

If would have been justified if we had been praising the nurturing of an animal from raw bottom of the basement beginnings into a high-class animal, as for example the fondly remembered Soba, bred for buttons by a dam bought for buttons.

In her juvenile career Soba managed a single place from nine starts. Then on to the following year, opening up winning her first six starts, which ended up eleven from fourteen, including a scintillating all the way success in the Stewards Cup, in which she lowered the course record.

On her previous outing she had trapped a nerve when well beaten at odds on which prompted John Garnsey to write in the Daily Express the day after the Goodwood victory, that her win ''heralded the return of the disabled'', and noted that ''she went down to the start bucking like a rodeo horse'', which led David Chapman to express concerns beforehand that her back was playing up.

On to the following year, 1983, it was only one of the outstanding female racehorses of all time, Habibti, that barred the way to sucess for Soba in the July Cup, William Hill Sprint Championship, and the Vernons Sprint Cup.

If  All Weather racing had been in existence when Chapman was guiding Soba up through the ranks then she too would no doubt have been a regular on these surfaces in her early days. And there would have reached a time when she deservedly would have been covered on Sky Sports News loops.

In allowing General Tufto's retirement to receive an unwarranted amount of press coverage, it is taking time and space away from what would ideally suit a stable visit to one of the many true stars who will be running over the Christmas period.

It's akin to being back in the days when footage of your favourite bands were not available on tap on YouTube, or the numerous non-stop music channels, and you discovered Lieutenant Pigeon taking up the airspace that could have been afforded to Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Queen or The Rolling Stones

If you want small stable stars they should remind us of Sam Spinner, who is now going through a chapter of his story where a spanner has been thrown in. For longevity, there is the teenager Raz De Maree lining up for another crack at the Welsh National. But then again, that's probably a little too delicate. Old horses, obstacles, the concern over the viewers that won't approve.

Horses performing at the top end of the tree with humble backgrounds are commonplace in the winter game and while such as the Dream Alliance story deservedly was the subject of a documentary, there are many others that go untold.

Ashley Brook (in picture), for example, a thrilling top class two-mile chaser at his best from a small set up. Or Sunset Cristo, who finished third in the Cheltenham Gold Cup from Ray Hawkey's Stockton yard that in some editions of Horses In Training had one other animal in training, while sometimes it was Sunset Cristo alone.

Unfortunately, the willingness to broadcast the General Tufto story contains the dabs of yet another propaganda exercise. A sort of look at how happy and safe this horse has been racing for so long and with a happy retirement ahead. They are telling the casual viewer that this is the norm. They are standing on dangerous ground.

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A SPORT THAT HAS TOOK THE WRONG TURN

For those holding out hope that horse racing in the UK will play a prominent role in the years ahead by utilising its unique, rich and treasured history, the past couple of weeks will have been truly demoralising. It may have even tempted some to wash their hands of it altogether.

Stupid innovations planned by stupid people who have no feel for the sport and are therefore unable to grasp what makes the sport so fascinating. These are characters wearing business caps who have other sports as their true favourites, who would walk away from it all without looking back but who are set to  unleash festivals of nonsense that will serve to only confuse the onlooker.

City racing? What the hell is this term supposed to mean? We have plenty of locations within city boundaries or bordering them, or are in large catchment areas where those residing in the close by cities and towns can gain easy access too.

But some seem to think that bringing a makeshift, traveling racecourse to the streets as though it is some sort of circus, with low-grade animals displaying the sport in its most unappealing form, is a concept that will endear the sport to a fresh new audience. And having Peter Phillips at the helm is, putting it mildly, hardly likely to be a positive point

The only blessing with this idea, said to be close to fruition following  'successful' trial races when the 'mats' or whatever they are, were 'rolled out' at Aintree recently, is that it is destined for a short lifespan and certain failure that will be masked over by statements full of lies about how enjoyable, worthwhile and beneficial to the sport the whole exercise has been.

The other planned innovation, also close to becoming reality as early next year, is far more disturbing. It's the plan to have a mid Summer team competition which appears something of a cross between football and Grand Prix racing.

Let's get this straight. People with a feel for the sport will loom back through old copies of Horses In Training and reminisce about the time Fred Winter had Bula, Pendil and Lanzarote in training at the same time and compare the strength to the Dickinson's strong teams. Or to when Peter Easterby had Night Nurse, Sea Pigeon, Alverton, Little Owl and Major Thompson in the yard together, and discuss and measure with the Willy Mullins team of the present.

How about comparing the 1985 Cecil string showcased by Oh So Sharp and Slip Anchor, and weighing it up against Dick Hern's 1979 string containing Troy, with Henbit and Bireme amongst the juveniles. Or John Gosden's star-studded 2018 team put aside M V O'Brien's 1977 team which boasted The Minstrel, Alleged, Be My Guest, Artaius, with Try My Best amongst the juveniles, and a young Gosden as the assistant trainer.

A stable, variable fortunes, owners whose support cannot be taken for granted. Something that has existed for a couple of whole centuries. Who is on the up, who is on his way down? Something to natter over with a fellow racing fan for hours. There is nothing that needs fixing bar the tampering that is chipping away at the fabric of the sport.

Grand Prix racing and football thrive by their sports being broadcasted out in a comprehensive, in-depth style. Analysed from every statistical and visual angle, and in a way that tickles the interest buds of boffins, these are sports which have in a way been complicated rather than simplified and have grown to levels not previously imagined.

So why do these retards who scarily are able to control many of the power switches believe that simplification of horse racing will pull in a fresh, vibrant audience?

Teams of horses who race at their own 'home course' with a manager and who compete in races where a Grand Prix points style system is used. This stinks of racing throwing in the towel, a lost sport looking for inspiration from rival sports who are in a healthier state. It clearly shows that racing has developed an inferiority complex.

The concept of team competitions in racing was used in this country in 1980 when a team of North American riders came over to take on those based in the UK.

It was insightful but did not promise to be an addition to the calendar that would be permanent. The most memorable clash, and arguably the most memorable of any of these competitions to have taken place, came about at Ascot in 1982 under the sponsorship of Long John Whiskey.

This was when the wondrous Bill Shoemaker (in picture) won two of the races, a finely judged front-running ride on the Harry Thompson Jones trained Prince's Gate to beat the Lester Piggott ridden Spanish Pool, followed by a masterful hold-up ride on Jeremy Hindley's Rose Du Soir.

It was a day that the British audiences became a little less inward looking. Up to then Shoemaker may have had legendary status back in his homeland but was best known here for costing Hawaiin Sound the Epsom Derby by drifting off the rail and letting Greville Starkey up his inner on Shirley Heights.

On this day at Ascot, he wowed us.

Still, the team thing was still not something that was looked upon as suitable or viable for the sport. The Timeform organisation were overall not impressed. They commented in Racehorses of 1982 that, "it is difficult to measure the success on ventures on these lines in Great Britain ". They pointed to the fact that an identical event at Sandown failed to find a sponsor in 1982 and that its future looked in some doubt. They also added that the contests, "engendered publicity but neither provided much excitement ".

This latest proposal is far down the road from a novelty day where we at least got to see the big names from abroad. That was OK for a one-off but as a standing dish in the calendar does not justify its own day in the spotlight, as shown by the tepid Shergar Cup.

We can lambaste that for being a day that gets in the way. A lost Saturday for the sport. But this new competion is disturbing in that it appears as though it is taking itself seriously. Rather than just a one-off that some are indifferent to, some hate and one or two don't mind, this looks to be an attempt to add a whole new angle to the game.

We should be talking about the race taking place this weekend which many of us still refer fondly to as the 'Massey Ferguson'. Instead, we are left wondering what in God's name is happening to the sport.

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THE DAY THEY WENT TOO FAR

The controversy surrounding the move by Haydock Park to 'beef up' its chastised portable fences without consultation and forwarning for those who would be directly affected, evokes memories of that Charlie Hall meeting at Wetherby staged over thirty years ago.

In recent memory, Wetherby was the subject of examination by the authorities owing to a spike in the number of equine deaths at the track. This followed the reopening after the reconfiguration due to the widening of the A1 which runs past the final bend. But that was more the racing surface and less the obstacles.

For the older generation, Wetherby was about the demanding test of jumping the course provided. Throughout the 1970's and 1980's the West Yorkshire venue was known for having a steeplechase course with fences amongst the most testing in the country. It was a badge of honour that, allied with the good quality horses the course was able to reel in, made it one of the most applauded venues on the whole National Hunt circuit.

Prior to the 1987 Charlie Hall meeting, Wetherby hosted its traditional opening card of the campaign on Wednesday October 14th with three races over the steeplechase course. The first was a six-runner staying handicap won by Arthur Stephenson's Handy Trick. There was a sole faller in the Peter Easterby trained Jimbrook, who went at the first.

The second race over fences on the card was the Bobby Renton Memorial, a novice chase that at the time regularly attracted some useful prospects. This renewal was won by Josh Gifford's Yeoman Broker. Of the twelve runners, there were three fallers and an unseated. The fallers included G.W.Richards Supreme Novices Hurdle winner Tartan Tailor and Toby Balding's former Schweppes Gold Trophy winner Neblin.

It was nothing more than par for the course and when the final chase race on the card was run, a two and a half mile handicap that also had twelve runners with three falling and two unseating, it just confirmed that the fences were up to their customary testing standard.

Then on to the two day Charlie Hall meeting which began on Friday October 30th. This first day had three chase races. The first a three-mile handicap chase won by Arthur Stephenson's The Wilk who was piloted by the lanky 7 lb claimer Alan Merrigan who would later lose his life in tragic circumstances.

Of the fifteen runners, five fell individually and one unseated rider, an eyebrow-raising total given that these were experienced runners and the ground, as with the previous meeting, was described as 'Good'. The second of the three races over fences was a two-mile mares novices chase won by John Webber's very useful Auntie Dot. Six of the seventeen runners came to grief, and a seventh brought down.

The last chase on the card, a two-mile handicap, saw two of the seven runners fall and a further unseat its rider. The day closed with plenty of chatter over the bolstered obstacles. It seemed as though the course wanted to confirm a cult notoriety. A sort of,' we are Wetherby, ggrrr. '

The following day's card was staged on ground described as 'Good to Soft'. The opening race, the two and a half mile Philip Cornes Nickel Alloy Novices Chase was a calamity and is in folklore for the wrong reasons. The race eventually went to the Ken Oliver trained High Edge Grey but only four of the thirteen runners completed the course. There were eight individual fallers with one horse killed.

The stewards and jockeys met but the meeting continued. Jimmy Fitzgerald chose not to risk his 1985 Cheltenham Gold Cup winner Forgive N' Forget in the Charlie Hall. The trainer described the fences as, "built straight up like brick walls".

The race was won by Peter Easterby's Cheltenham Gold Cup runner-up Cybrandian by a distance from two other finishes who were hunted around from the beginning. The favourite Golden Friend was beaten in second when refusing at the last. Easterby described the fences as, " the worst I have ever seen."

Full recordings of both the aforementioned races are available on You Tube thanks to the tireless work of someone by the name of espmadrid who continues to build up a large online library on the channel which is a saviour for many of us whose collections of VHR's are mould ruined or similar.

It wasn't just the number of fallers, there is a visual impression of them taking some jumping with the horses landing steep. In the commentary on the novices chase Peter O'Sullivan casually refers to the trainers being anxious about some of the rebuilt fences. In the Charlie Hall, no reference at all is given.

The concluding race over fences on the day was a two and a half mile handicap won by the Arthur Stephenson trained Fergy Foster. There were three individual fallers in the eight-runner field

Imagine if this scenario had occurred now. Fences dolled off at the least, card maybe abandoned. Patronising television reporters repeatedly going on about the safety of horses. the commentator discussing the issue throughout the race. It's not to say the Wetherby fences at the start of that particular season created an issue that needed addressing, it's more to do with it being covered in proportion and with composure.

Wetherby clerk of the course Pat Firth promised to make adjustments to the fences by the next meeting in November. And for the remainder of the season, they continued to be a real test, claiming such as twice Grand National runner-up Durham Edition, along with Strands of Gold in the five-runner Rowland Meyrick, but the overall consensus was that they had been brought into the realms of acceptable risk.

Last Saturday's Haydock Park fences were clearly not in the range of severeness as the Wetherby obstacles at that infamous Charlie Hall meeting, but it was nonetheless a strange move by Tellwright whose language is normally in the modernist mode, typified by his observations when the old course was ripped up, when he said that if anyone in present times built a course and invented drop fences, it would be deemed outrageous.

Haydock Park made an embarrassing shambles of the race that already had taken three strong challengers away from the race formerly known as the Hennessey Gold Cup, including a previous winner. If they seek to revert to the times gone when the course was respected for providing a confronting but fair challenge, then they ought to look at returning it as near to as it once was instead of pulling some botched up job out of the hat without proper notice.

It appears though that they will play the percentages and return the portables back to nice and easy mode. It's the safe option for them, but one that quashes any revived hopes that traditionalists may have held.

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A REMINDER OF BETTER TIMES

They stay nothing stays the same and fortune and reversal turn full circle but as far as the state of National Hunt racing in the north is concerned, the omens do not bode any encouraging signs that the outlook will turn anytime soon.

Saturday will see the fourteenth running of the Betfair Chase, the highest class event in the top half of the country staged outside of the Aintree Festival. Of the runnings so far, twelve have gone to horses trained in the south of the country, and one to Wales. There will not even be a northern trained runner in the race this weekend.

Long gone are the times when the two races that morphed to form the Betfair Chase, the Edward Hammer and Tommy Whittle Chases, in their original formats, would turn out fields with the likes of Silver Buck, Night Nurse, Bregawn, Little Owl, then later Forgiven n' Forget and The Thinker.

The maturing long term racing fans will have our favourite renewals of those events. The 1981 running of the Edward Hanmer run on Wednesday November 25th was a memorable one.

Silver Buck, who would go on to win the Cheltenham Gold Cup the following spring, gave 13 lb and a length and a half beating to Sunset Cristo. With John Francome replacing the sidelined in-house regular partner of the horse Robert Earnshaw, Raceform's Alan Amies commented that Silver Buck was inclined to be lazy in front and had to be driven out all the way to the line. This, of course, was staged over that fearful and challenging chase course that has since been ripped up. It had a two-furlong run-in, longer than all the other courses bar Aintree. It was a true gem.

Back to the 1981 running, Night Nurse carrying top weight of twelve stone was a long way back in third after making a bad mistake two fences out. This made it a one, two, three for northern trained runners, the result affected when Arthur Moore's hardy chestnut Royal Bond hit the deck when Tommy Carberry was bringing him through to challenge at the last.

This at a time when the Irish economy deemed that they sold most of their best young animals, a situation which made Royal Bond something of a hero, one of only a handful carrying his country's flag at the top level in what was an uphill struggle at the time.

The race we now have is run on a course width inside the old course, with portable fences without the old traditional drop on the landing side, and a significantly shorter run in. To all intents and purposes, the Betfair Chase is run at a completely different venue. It is certainly underwhelming despite the prize money pulling in many of the top chasing stars.

However much you go through the northern handlers, looking at the strength at their disposal, you can't even twist things around to come out with even a faintly armed argument to build up hope for the years ahead.

Having three Aintree Grand National winners in the past ten years is not food for thought alone. The fact is that season in season out the top events in the jumping calendar consistently lack respectable northern representation. This is the true barometer.

Another area to consider is the depth of quality northern representatives in novice hurdles at northern venues. At one time a Wetherby, Haydock Park, Doncaster or Ayr novice hurdle might have representatives from the yards of Peter Easterby, Jimmy Fitzgerald, the Dickinsons, Arthur Stephenson, Neville Crump and Gordon  W. Richards, all trainers who could slowly nurture potential top class steeplechasers.

Fast forward to the present and those races now contain a mish-mash of all sorts, the only quality representatives coming from elsewhere in the country save the odd half promising Nicky Richards, Sue Smith or Donald McCain jnr runner.

It was a sign of the dire state of northern jump racing when Graham Wylie, the best supporter of jump racing in the region since the likes of Alex Stevenson and Peter Piller, moved his representatives away from the area when Howard Johnston fell foul of the laws and was in the process of having his trainer's licence revoked.

Remember, Wylie was a late convert to racing and was bitten by the bug with the success of Lord Transcend who he chose to put into training at Johnson's Crook base, as he wanted a trainer who was based in the region where he was born and brought up.

When he multiplied his investments after the success enjoyed with Lord Transcend, he kept faith with Johnston. Every time the yard had a lean spell whispers would go around that it was blind faith and that it would only be a matter of time before the string would be dispersed around other trainers but they remained together until the laws intervened.

In light of this many expected Wylie to remain committed to having a reduced but quality string of horses trained in the northern regions. The now late Alan Swinbank was a name bandied around with him being based just over twenty miles away from Johnson. When it transpired that the region was not going to be on the agenda it was a measure of just how restricted the quality of the game in this part of the country has become.

In complete contrast to the past, the horses remaining were placed with the horse racing equivalent of the Mercedes garage, with some going to the equivalent of the Ferrari camp. And curiously, as it stands, the successful times with Johnson have not been surpassed despite the owner still retaining a concentrated string of high-quality animals with Willie Mullins.

For every stated quality handler in the region who some claim do not receive the acclaim that he or she deserves, such as a Brian Ellison, John Quinn, Philip Kirkby, and even Grand National winning trainers Lucinda Russell and Sue Smith, a similar profile could be pulled from the past.

How about Ulverston based Roger Fisher of Ekbalko fame, whose Carl's Wager won the novice chase at Haydock on that aforementioned 1981 card, or Ted Carter who trained the likes of Megan's Boy and Eborneezersdouble, or Grand National winning trainers Stuart Leadbetter and Denys Smith.

However you look at it the region in its representation of National Hunt racing is a poor imitation of its past, not just for the equine quality housed there but also for the quality of its trainers, jockeys, owners, and Aintree apart, racecourses. That it plods along and cuts its cloth accordingly is no comfort to those who fondly remember the heady 1970's and 1980's, but accept they are days which are unlikely to ever return.

image - paddock scene prior to running of 2005 Betfair Chase, taken by author

PROPAGANDA AND LIES ON BOTH SIDES

The close up comments returned by the Racing Post on Cliffs of Moher in Tuesday's Melbourne Cup read, ' ...went wrong and pulled up after three and a half furlongs.' And as testament to the trading on eggshell times we live in, the full race report on their site shone no light as to the fate of the former Epsom Derby runner-up.

As recently as twenty years ago the headline would have been similar to, ' Britain conquers the Melbourne Cup'  with the sub heading 'Cliffs of Moher suffers fatal injury'. Not dramatic, just truthful responsible reporting, all proportionate.

On the day after Desert Orchid famously rallied through the mud to regain the lead off Yahoo in the Cheltenham Gold Cup, the same paper mentioned in the second paragraph that Ten Plus had been killed.

When Charter Party won the Cheltenham race, the following day's  Sporting Life, in reference to Forgive 'N Forget losing his life in the race, carried the headline, ' Forgets death mars big race.'  And the Racing Post cited the tragedy in its very first paragraph.

And further back to the day after the emotive 1977 Cheltenham Gold Cup, the Sporting Chronicle (in picture) carried support headings of ' Lanzarote destroyed, Summerville looks winner, breaks down.'

The term 'destroyed' is now something that is absent from the form book. Not sure why as words like 'euthanised' seem to conjure up images of greedy, beady-eyed relatives encouraging a nurse to increase the morphine dosage past threshold levels to the wilting patient with treasures galore to leave in the will.

It was not until after it surfaced all over the national press and social media in Australia that the Ballydoyle colt had broken his shoulder and been 'euthanised' , that the Racing Post carried a piece by Tom Kerr with the distorted headline of, ' Tragic Melbourne Cup deaths threaten one of the world's great races'.

The content of the article does not support the extremity in the headline. The gist of the piece is that due to pressure from extreme animal liberation groups more deaths in the race threaten to divide rather than unite a nation, without pointing out that it would be a massively unequal divide.

Mind you, the anti racing lobby in Australia do appear to carry more clout than they do here. On the face of it they have shut down racing over obstacles in all states bar Victoria and South Australia, though in reality this sphere of racing was never particularly big there anyway despite the wider Antipodes area providing us with some excellent fodder for the winter game such as Crisp, Grand Canyon, Seagram, Navigation and Lord Gyllene.

There is an unrelenting campaign by the Australian RSPCA and other animal welfare support groups to close this branch of the sport down in those two states. The Animals Australia website carries a log of all the animals killed in action with some dramatic language used, such as ' Injured his leg during a race and was killed after finishing in last place'.

But to even accommodate the suggestion that flat racing could begin to be dismantled in such a racing mad nation in which the sport has a far bigger economic impact than it does here is nothing but ridiculous.

The advent of social media has made available a means by whereby anyone has the opportunity to dabble in propaganda, sometimes with great effect. Like a one man band performing in the street with his backpack, pedal keyboards and other weird looking attached gadgets, a single individual possessing enough knowledge on his subject allied to cunning craft, can allay the impression that his gripe is more important than it really is.

On one of the Australian websites the comments section contained a couple of observations that the ill- fated animal was sweating up and therefore distressed prior to the race. They asked why the horse was allowed to take his chance in the circumstances.

Thankfully there were an equal number of contributors better educated on the subject, who explained that the two issues were separate and that the sweating was not a precursor to the injury. 

Still, the initial reaction of the Racing Post was to deflect from the incident. The close up comment has still not been updated. The only conclusion one can draw is that they believe they can fool the scanning eyes of animal lib group members who go through the returns totting up the casualties.

It's all very silly in the light of the real welfare issue of wastage that these groups tend not to focus on with any amount of clarity. All they would need to do is gather data on the number of foals born, how many make it to the sales or/and into training, then ask themselves what the hell has happened to the missing numbers? They are unlikely to be galloping happily around green meadows.

It's actually an issue that disturbs many genuine racing fans which is why it is highly annoying  that the racing media, albeit one with significantly less influence than ever before, will pander to the concerns of those whose intention it is to neuter the sport on the basis of the perceived cruelties that occur on the track while at the same time colluding in hiding the real welfare issue.

Those under the illusion that the masses out there spend even a minute of their days musing over the safety of racehorses have lost contact with normal everyday society. Anyone who works among large numbers of people will know that as well as these people not being interested in racehorse well-being matters, they are not interested in horse racing per se.

There will be a small handful who still bet on horses along with their main betting on other sports. Most of these will not have any interest in the nitty gritty of it all. They'll have a jockey or trainer they will follow.

There will be more who pay a visit to one of the racecourses that pull in the cult crowds but who will not bet on horses at all away from the racecourse and indeed have no enthusiasm for the sport, rather the day out, getting dressed up, becoming inebriated, and the carrying on into the evening away from the racecourse.

You could market a day at the 'races' for these racegoers without having to stage any horse racing or carrying out any euthanising. Done correctly, the theme day at the races with no horse racing but instead hosting less complicated events has all the hallmarks of being a resounding success.

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A ROLLING ROSTER FOR THE FESTIVAL

One Man, Sixties Icon, Westerner, and Michelozzo, all share a rarity in common, being that they have all won a major, historic horse race in the British calendar over the past thirty years when it was run away from its rooted home venue.

In the case of the St Leger winners, Doncaster had undergone drainage repairs resulting in a false ground which was cited as the reason for a horse falling and bringing down two other in the Portland Handicap. The St Leger was postponed and transferred to Ayr when Michelozzo won with plenty to spare in testing ground.

In the case of Sixties Icon, a new stand was under construction at Town Moor and this time York was the benefactor. As the venue was when the present stand was built at Ascot and Westerner showed himself a much better than average Ascot Gold Cup winner.

As the alternative venues for the transferred St Legers were both left-handed and galloping you had to conclude that the temporary homes of the famous race had no bearing on the type of horse required for the test.

In the case of One Man, even though the grey would still have won the race at Kempton and indeed did so the following year, Sandown is a different kettle of fish and the race had a whole new feel to it. This even led to some people revelling at the prospect of the King George Chase being permanently run there when the Sunbury track was under threat of closure, a situation that for the time being has passed along.

Indeed there is a line of thinking that such a unique and fascinating venue like Sandown is wasted in the sense that its most famous National Hunt race formerly known as the Whitbread has declined markedly in recent years, the high class chasers having wider options to choose from in a spring programme crammed with rich pickings on both sides of the Irish Sea.

What irked traditionalists with the prospect of such a move was that while in comparison Kempton may be bland, it very much has its own requirements and demands and enables comparisons to be made on the same scale when discussing past champions with those of the present.

We are often told by trainers and jockeys that horses need to fully get the trip in the King George, which if true renders it inaccurate to describe Kempton as a venue where animals best at shorter trips have a chance of lasting home.

Mind you, Edredon Bleu's success did not support this professional view. It is also worth remembering that the headstrong top class Irish mare Analog's Daughter kept on gallantly while on empty to finish runner-up to Silver Buck in 1980. Moreover, Challenger Du Luc, Remittance Man and Bradbury Star were other animals who went close in the race, none of whom you would have expected to be in the mix at most other venues over the same trip.

The question of whether a racecourse has a right to 'own' a race in the sense that the ties between the racecourse and race create such a strong image that the race could never be the same staged elsewhere is an interesting one.

Over in France talk of whether the Prix de l' Arc de Triomphe should permanently alternate has been prevalent since two editions of the race were held at Chantilly while Longchamp was under modernisation.

But as we live in times were change happens fast, and where there have been more changes to the flat fixture list in the past twenty years than the previous fifty years, maybe we should at least consider what benefits such moves would bring.

The most fascinating area of the sport for rotating races in Great Britain would be in the National Hunt area. It would not work on the level. Using an extreme example, rotating the Epsom Derby would make it just another Group One. The race is part of the fabric of the sport and would not be the same run anywhere else. Owners, breeders, trainers, jockeys and traditional racing fans would not want any fancy rotations.

Jump racing is different. In the kingdom of staying top-class chasers, there is arguably no finer sight than one in a rhythm racing at Newbury. It's a spectacle that gives the race formerly known as the Hennessey a unique, stirring whir of its own.

Brown Chamberlin and Francome, hair down to the collar, the result looking ominous for their rivals from an early stage. Francome again on Burrough Hill Lad who was carrying twelve stone, one of the best performances on weights and measures since Arkle's day.

The marvelous One Man erupted duly on to the scene the day he won the Hennessey. Sunny Bay and Graham Bradley, a visually mouth-watering performance from a chaser who would be rated the best in the country but was never suited to Cheltenham.

Teeton Mill too, destroyed his opponents and followed up in the King George. Hard to believe that was twenty years ago as it feels all very modern. I wonder whether the mature generation were thinking the same about Mandarin winning the race when Captain Christy was beating Bula.

And more recently those two performances by Denman (pictured). Newbury was made for him despite winning and running well in four consecutive Cheltenham Gold Cups. And it's a race holding up well. Since Denman's second success three future Gold Cup winners won the race before taking the Blue Riband, not to mention Many Clouds one of the better Grand National winners of recent times.

Since the fourth day was added to the festival you feel it's a show that has been commercially moulded to please more people. More races, more Cheltenham heroes, a relentless hype machine building up to the meeting. That's not to say it does not still have many magical moments but the dilution has taken some of the edge off the show. And, it would seem, the expansion will continue with more new needless races made to please those able to pull strings.

The more that become increasingly frustrated by the path that the Festival has taken, the less there will be that would object to a rotation of festivals.

Just like in the Open Golf there would be a roster. Luck, of course, would play a massive part in the sense that when you had your potential Gold Cup winner at the peak of his career, the race may be at a venue that would not play to your charge's strengths.

What courses would be on the roster?  Cheltenham of course, Newbury for it being the fairest test in the country, Sandown for being a right-hand track with a character of its own,  Ascot, another for the right-handers, and perhaps Chepstow. Undulating like Cheltenham but with that long straight plus a tendency to produce ground on the testing side. Carvill's Hill would have had a field day in a Chepstow Gold Cup!

Nothing in the North could really be included. Haydock Park should not be entertained after destroying its old unique chase course, Wetherby was spoilt by the Government Compulsory Purchase order when the nearby A1 had an extra lane added, while Aintree has its own thriving festival despite its most famous event approaching a crossroads.

The Grand National course is a ghost of the original. They talk of further safety measures put into place at a time when the general public are less concerned about the welfare of racehorses that at any time in the last forty years. The course is backing itself into a wall and the time will come that they who promise they are striving for something near to a risk-free race will not be able to yield anymore.

All National Hunt racing carries a real degree of high risk and when the time inevitably comes when by ill fortune two, three or four horses will lose their lives in a Grand National they will not be able to justify its continuation. They would not be in this position if they had stood their ground in the first place.

And what of the Mildmay Course. People forget that the straight had a sloping elbow in it and that it was changed in 1989. Before the change was made a statement went out saying they wanted to make it more galloping like Newbury! The severity of the kink was removed, the sharpness is not as severe, but overall in nature it is still on the sharp side, perhaps the nearest to right-handed Kempton.

Aintree already has it's festival and no matter how much they tinker with the Grand National, even changing the name, the crowds will still flock, It's a true 'cult' course and racing fans or not, the place will continue to be packed out.

A rotating Cheltenham Festival should really be sacrilege in the mind of the long-term racing enthusiast, but as the remoulding of the traditional meeting has and continues to change its appearance so much, then maybe it is something that they would at least consider. How ironic would that be!

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