Cubone - The Gambling Historian!

1950 was a great time in Bookmaking, Cubone could stand up an entry in down town Balsall Heath give the local copper 15 start in the 100 yards, and still beat Sargent Oflanegan, to the enterance. If he managed to get his night stick off at first flow, and I mistakenly moved to the left, instead of the right I may get a clattering, around the legs,

At the very moment, I skied the outer fence at 21 Back of 25 Gooch Street Balsall Heath an earth Shattering event was taking place.in 6 miles north east

Micheal Fletcher, was draging himself, crying and kicking, from his mothers warmth,and began a struggle that lasted for over 20 years until one day. he saw the light.

Do not know much of his schooling days other than what he told me later, and that was he was good at sports and maths.

So Cubone had a bit of a start on Mick, he began with the Gamblers gein where I loved a bankers night safe.

I think looking back I saw him for the first time about when he was 18 I was in a sunday soccer team, centre forward 50 goals a year man, playing alongside
Alex Harlie Manchester City, a 60 a day Players Extra strong,Man, to go with the 2 Bottles of Vodka.
Also in the team was Johny Prescott the midland boxing hero, who was a stone better than George Best at pulling birds.
The Man U star would walk in a Brummie Club called the Ceeder.with a Miss World, and

“HELLO BAB” by John and George became a drifter odds on to odds against.

So when Billy Allen the team manager, said. we have a new player, for Sunday.
Micheal Fletcher, no one would have been inspired if it had been, Stanley Mathew,s

“What position do you play Mick”

Only those who are using hindsight will hazzard a guess, what he said.

“ANY WERE EVEN IN GOAL Just Give Me the ball I will do the rest”

After the meeting Micheal left and a few of the players began a debate.

Any one see him play,??? yes he is very fast,

Alex, Drinking his ussual triple Vodka and Coke said.

Well if he is as fast, on the field as he is on the little run up to the Bar, then.

My Liver will soon recover.

I got to know Mick, from that moment, he was a trickie, forward with all the tricks of a later day Ronaldino,

His main living at the time was in the Brummie Markets, and dabbled in the ticket game. soccer his first love that ment that when a great Soccer Callender came out, Mick and his pal Paul the Doc O,Doherty, saw the pertential and every saturday, they could earn a nice few Quid.

Im not sure what he did during the betting revolution, but I wouldnt be surprised if he didnt follow all the rest of us, as a Mug Punter.

The first time I saw him again was in the late 70,s I was betting in the rings, in the carzie, (Indian Back Slang for Slums)

So when I heard the incesent Voice that all racing men in the midlands have come to love.(lolol) or hate, I guessed it was Mike.

He was actually in the Silver Rings, in the same place as William Hill had started 50 years before.

One day I was talking to Graham Green the Brummie great, an Elvis Look a Like, when Mike came up and asked him if he would be a gaurantor, as he had applied for Rails Pitches,

There was something about Mick that you had to like, he was certainly a tryer, and also had the Brummie Chattle, never short for a word, frightend of no one in any verbal confronation.

Mick was also betting at the (Gollies) a slang word for DOGS.he had befriended every one, his personality, made him infectious, it appeared that he had kicked the Gambling habit and had become a layer.
Bookmakers like Len Boden, Sam Nixon, and the Black Country wiz Kid, Bob Jacobs loved to advise, and Mick was a lgood listener. as he began to get more and more Rails pitches, he began to move up in his betting, methods standing horses for thousands.
At Wolverhampton he proved that he was a figeurs man, and when a midland High Roller, poker player moved into the greyhound rings, to punt, Mick decided to take him on.

However under financed it was a roller coaster, it was then at Cheltenham that he got his famous non de plume, still known all round the world.

Mick never lost his friendship with grafters in the markets and it was there that he decided one day that there was an extra, little earner, with Asparagus, at the time, Fresh, Asparagus, from Eversham, was a must, , and he found that for a few weeks,there was an edge, no one had any, only a few early risers so Mike used to arrive at the track with not only his trade slates, to go over the rails but a few boxs of Asparagus,under the rails,

Before long, he had customers, from Heathornes to Sunderlands, all the workmen of the Big Three, were clients, when Mike was rolling, he would give them away, when things not so good they were a little more expensive.

The day that he became the Asparagus Kid was at Cheltenham,in the mid 80s.

Mick had arrived flying, with a cake thick enough to choke a Pig and 12 boxes of Evershams best.

As they went into the last,race Micks float was water wacked,

All he had was Veg to the tune of about £200
and a monkey £500, left of his £10 Grand reddies.

There was an odds on chance in the last, and Mick decided that it would have to have the big stick

As they approuched 2 out it was under preasure and was being offered at 10/1.

Mick with a smile on his face or was it a smirk, joined in the in running, offers.

10/1 the Fav, it was then that he forged the Famous name still known and loved by all.

Mick saw the leader flounder in fact he was the first to see it, and before the others had chance to alter there odds,

Mike shouted “Fresh Aspargus, £20 a Box, or £35 for two,,, Ripe Asparagus,”

And they hadnt even reached the last,

The rails errupted in Laughter, and it has been a part of the UK racing folkelaw ever since, in fact as well known as Franke Detorie.7.

Part 2 Tomorrow

Shaun and Brady had been together since there school days, they had moved into a little flat on the outskirts of Birmingham,against the wishes of there parents, who were secong generation imigrants from Ireland.the girls family were very staunch catholics,and so were Shauns. no hanky pankie, before marrage a golden rule,
After the wedding, made in heavon, they settled down to a life of bliss.
Both had full time jobs, Shaun as a sauce maker. and Brady a junior nurse.

Before long the couple had started to save a little of there joint wages, and placed it into a war chest, only to be used in emergency,s.

It was therefore a little strange when Shaun called his wife in for a team talk.

“I have been given an oportunity, to become a part owner in the firm”", she neads more cash to improve equipment, in the company and I beleave it would be a golden opportunity for us to move up a little in quality of life, I will become an equal partner, in the firm”.

The firm that Shaun had been working for, since leaving school was a small company that also produced sandwiches for a super market. they had held the contract for many years, and were well respected for quality fresh food.

They had started with a little caravan just alongside the entrance to a factory centre and improved yearly. the company was a single man and his daughter, and following the death of the proprioter, it was left in the hands of the women. unmarried middle aged.

She had also improved the firm, but now neaded cash, to make a positive move up gear.

This is were Shaun had come into the equasion, she could have borrowd the £10,000 neaded from a bank but thought by inviting her forman, young and hard working to buy an interest. she was safegaurding the firm, by keeping its main asset, the hard working Shaun.

Brady, was no buisness person, but even she could see the oportunity that was being offered.

Although they knew that there personel war chest, was there life blood, set aside for rainy or even stormy times ahead, the one thing that they had not spoken about was Chirldren, it was over 15 years now since they had married, and following a miscarrage in there first year, they knew that they were destined to remain childless.so perhaps a little gamble in buisness would not go amiss.

Perhaps it was that worry, regarding the nead to keep there savings, topped up, that had stopped them from being frivoulous or spendthrifts, and both Shaun and Brady were now ready to take a chance.

After a short while a new super market, received planning permission. at first there was a little concern but it was seen that the competition improved trade for both, and so when Shaun received a contract from the new firm as well, every thing looked rosie. Shaun became quite a clever buisnesman improving there range of productes with Sauces and Curries being sold nationally.

Now middle aged it was Brady that had started to brood a little not for children. it was to late for that dream, no she had always, loved animals, a Stafordshire Bull Terrier had always been excepted as part of the home, infact during there marrage, there had been 3,Dogs

They hadnt had a dog for a while and when Brady asked if they could afford to spend a little of there savings, Shaun was surprised considering that they now had a 6 figeur War Chest. why would she worry about a £100 or so. for a Staffie.

Shaun do you remember when we were very young and we said that it was our dream to one day own a HORSE
Thats a great idea, Brady, why not, it was about time, that they had a little fun, they had in fact worked to hard for what they had, what was the use of money. if they didnt get a little more out of there life.
Yes why not,,, we have more time on our hands now with the firm, running itself, what do you think we should do. how should we go about it…

Brady produced a caterlogue it was about owning a part interest in a racehorse.

Shaun was also keen but a little more realistic,

No dear,, we can afford 4 Legs, not just one. they both laughed out loud.
Look I tell you what we should do, let us take a little holiday in Ireland, we may even find some of your old relations that you have spoken about.

Every time Shaun arrived home from work, there were pictures of yearlings, novices, 2 year olds, and even the odd selling plater, all paraded on the table.for inspection.
Shaun was aslo joining in the fun, by purchasing a Book. “How to train your own Racecourse” not that he intended to do so but he just wanted to know what he was letting himself in for.
So it was on a lovely hot summers day, that Shaun and Brady arrived at Elmdon Airport, to take the evening flight. to Shannon.

There trip from Shannon to Wexford. there first port of call. was rather bumpy, but when they booked into there little hotel it seemed that they were home. something about the place was natural. every one ultra friendly, they coudnt wait to get into the little village pub, as soon as the name Horse was mentioned, tales comenced. of horses being found pulling coaches and then winning the Grand National. even a little field behind the pub. were a meeting of an old mare, with a stallion who escaped from a stud farm, and the relationships produced a Derby winner.
“Its in the form Book.” seemed to satisfy every one that the story was true.
The rest of the night was spent listening to singers fiddlers and a great flutists.

Back in the Hotel Shaun said “If we cant have Kids then Horses will have to do”, they both laughed . what a great time ,this is what they call the CRAC….
What ever they call it its great.

The next day they arrived at there chosen destination, a little training establishment, no more than 30 horses all shapes and sizes, I dont think this is Vincent Obriens.

“Would you like to feed them Apples me dear”, Brady was in her element, she had always loved animals.

Every one of the horses seemed to have been told to be on there very best behavour, you never know you may get sold..taking the sliced apple with just there soft. mouths, it appeard that they all wanted out.

Shaun had seen many a picture during the past few months and could see an old war horse from a racing animal but as they were all ready there, he didnt wish to be unfriendly.,

“What sort of involvement do you have in mind. Shaun.”

Well we are based in the midlands of the UK. and we are on a little holiday. we would just like to see what fun we could have with £10,000.
Brady almost fell into the water trough. she loved the idea of a little horse but it never dawned on her that they could spend 5 figeurs, on just one.

“Well was it a flat horse or was it a jumper that you were after.

We fancy a horse thats bred for Chasing, at our age we havnt got years and years to dream along, but perhaps if we could purchase a horse that had run a few times, about 4 year old. with a veiw to chasing, I have read a little about the National Hunt game and seems more exiting than the flat,,and would love to have a runner at Cheltenham.one day..

The trainer looked at the floor, as if to say
We would all love that type of horse.

“Well why not there are a few Horses in our stable like that.” said the trainer lying through his teeth.

The couple were taken to a liitle grass track with 3 wooden hurdles. and before long a stream of horses all colours and sizes schooled over the fences,

As they did so, the traner gave them a running comentary.
“This is a 4 year old out of Spine Ridge, won once at Wexford, ready now for a big gamble owned by a local fireman who is prepared to sell if a suitable offer.arrives,”,

Shaun may have only been in the food and drink industry all his life, but he knew a speel when he was thrown one.

After the trails, Shaun took Bradys hand and whispered thats enough darling for today.

Perhaps the trainer was a little taken aback. but never showed it, and was happy to give Shaun his telephone number for a further meeting.later in the week.

When back in the hotel Shaun said are you enjoying it my dear.
Ive never been so happy Shaun. but I never expected you to pay that sort of money for a horse.

I tell you what,, take my word for it, if we are going to enjoy. the dream, it may cost us more.
I have read a little about this industry and it does sound true.and that is..
“It takes almost the same to feed a cripple as it does a colledge student”.I dont think Brady understood what he was saying , but was happy to just go along.with him.

“I tell you what we will do we will enjoy our stay and then go back home and find a trainer in the UK, I have received great reports about, one , happens to be Irish anyway but only a few miles from our home so we can enjoy the involvment first hand.

Back home in Engand the two dreamers approuched the racing authorities, the BHB and explained what they had in mind.

In one of there introductions they met up with a person who was to change there liife in a big way.
He was a vet, with many years experienece in horseracing they became very friendly, and after a few visits to Shaun and Bradys home, they began to fully trust, this man.

One day he telephoned to say that he thought he had the very horse that they had in mind.

It was actually back in ireland, it was found in some field, in Tipperary a was a well bred colt.and was now due to go into training.

As soon as the vet, produced a photo both Shaun and Brady looked at each other and were smitten.
One thing for certain we wont get this for £10,000,

No Shaun in fact it is being sold for £30,000, before Brady collapsed on the carpet, the Vet continued.

If you ar interested, I am willing to be half in with the purchase.
£15.000 Each. and we will have it shipped over to Venders, who trains only 15 miles from were you work.
Over a lovely Brady Roast dinner, the agreement was concluded.and toasted with a bottle of Champaign.

The trainer was indeed a Gentelman, and by the time that they had there first meeting the horse had arrived from ireland.
As atractive in the flesh as in the photo, it wasnt long before the couples partner the vet, was examining the horses legs,
Using words that were outside of Shaun and Brady understanding, it was only the smile on the vets, face that convinced the couple that everything was in order.

Right then we will have him gelded let him settle in and see how we go, every week Shaun and Brady would drive the short jeorney to see the horse and every day he seemed to improve, in size.

There horse had been named The Rake after some famous blood line from the war years, one of his ancesters Cottage Rake had won a Gold Cup.this time the tale was confirmed by the Vet.

It was arranged that there horse would see a racecourse for the first time, at Worcester, there was a Bumper a race for 4 year olds and above, winners to carry an extra 7 lb, allowances for sex etc.

When the big day arrived, the trainer, Vet, and all the Bookmakers on the track seemed to know that the horse was a no hoper, riden by the stable lad. his price was 33/1 the Tote were even less flattering on offer at 80.

The instruction for the lad, were simple. just give him a hunt round, dont whip him if he is in the first 10 it will be a bonus.one thing was certain there horse was certainly easy to see, Pure White. and although the vet told his jount partners, not to expect much, the horse popped out at the start led all the way and won by 5 lenths, the jockey, making sure that every form student had the horse already etched in there little note books.

With the vet, looking at the trainer, the jockey looking at the trainer, not a word was said, in fact the trainers mother was there and was ushered away, when shouting by the top of her voice. I am not going to be pleased if I find you have all backed it. Luckily Shaun didnt bet, but Brady had crept off and placed a crafty £2 Each way,,,on the tote.

The next time they spoke to the trainer he was back in trainer mode, “this is a champion”, we gave him a few spigs to jump and he is a natural, and after what we saw at Worcester, it wont be long before we can enter him in a Novice Hurdle.but I cant see what will beat him.

A little of an exageration, no doubt but the Vet was gushing admiration..
No doubt Shaun we have a very exiting novice. thats for sure.
The next time the horse ran was at Ludlow in his first Novice,Hurdle, and was against two horse that had both won races.

The Rake was receiving 7 lb off them both.
This time the Bookmakers were not to make any mistakes, 6/4 favourite he won in a hack canter. jumping very well.

Before the end of the year The Rake had won 2 more hurdles and was ready for his Novice Chase, but that was to be left until his 6th year.

That winter was mild, and glowing reports, arrived at Shaun and Brady home however, even the exitment of the horse was a little overshadowed by a busness report, from the company.

One of the Supermarkets, had started an in house facility. producing there own products, sauces, curries, and even sandwiches, no longer requiring, Shauns products.

Shaun was worried, they were still financially sound but the future of the little home made producer under threat.

In march The Rake, ran in his first novice chase, this is what the dream had been all about all the other highs an extra bonus, the race was at Sandown, Shaun and Brady had to miss the race owing to the predicament of there buisness. but called a close to there meeting with accountants to watch the event.on TV.

Sandown is daunting to any horse never mind novices, and the 2 mile takes some getting although The Rakes breeding indicated no problem.

Running against multiple winner, and an anti post fav for the forthcoming novice championship at Cheltenham, The big White Horse was outpaced, all the way round until the straight, when making up 15 lenths over the last 2 fences he showed blistering pace, producing a loud chear of which hadnt been heard since Mill House beat Arkle.

Straight away after the race leading Bookmakers were scurrying between each other and press association reporters, asking what price The Rake for the Cheltenham Novice.

Shaun and Brady were as pleased as punch. although a heavy weight was still hovering over there heads.

A few days after the race Shaun had just arrived at his front door, when Brady opended it

My God Brady what happened you look terrible.

Its “The Rake” Shaun its broken its leg.

A call was put through to Shauns partner the Vet,
Well Shaun, you have the bad news so I may as well tell you the good.
The horses leg isnt broken, but it has a serrious tendon injury and wont run again for 12 months.

what chance is there of a full recovery. funny you should say that Shaun, one of his relations,
Cottage Rake had the same injury but still won a Gold Cup. but I must add I do not wish to decry our trainer but Cottege Rake was trained by Vincent Obien.

From march until may there seemed no change, however gradually day by day you could see improvement, thats more than could be said for the Food Company they were hovering over bankruptsy.all there cashsavings had been gobelled up into the firm.

In fact the only assett Shaun and Brady had was there 50% in The Rake. it was then that a further shock occured The Vet, Shauns partner, died of a Heart Attack. before he passed away he had a little time to instruct his wife, that his share in The Rake was to be granted to his partners, at the same price at purchase. £15,000
That was a tremendous offer, if the improvement was correct. if not Shaun could be getting even deeper in the mire.

A meeting of the companies auditors, took place, a month before the Rakes Introduction back into racing. and 2 months before the Cheltenham Championship,

It was decided that the dicision on the assets would be held up until april so that the value of the horse could be established.

The January race arrived with The Rake, looking a picture, at Ludlow,and in thick fog, it was so bad punters in betting shops all over the UK heard two comments, there off. and a few minutes later. coming to the last I can see only one horse The Rake..

The only person in a position to fill in the facts was The Rakes jockey.
Jumped like a Stag, never off the bit, and his tendon is great. in fact as good as before the accident.

Anti Post Bookmakers over hearing the coments quickly shortened The Rakes price for the big event.

Brady received a telephone call from there trainer, quickly putting her mind at rest “Its nothing to do with the horse but I nead to talk to Shaun”

Shaun drove over to see what was up,”I want you to meet a friend of mine he is a Bookmaker very honerable.you can trust him.”

He knows your predicament. and is prepared to take half of the prize money, at evens.
That means if the horse wins, you both take half each of the prize £125,000 if the horse loses he will give you £125,000

Shaun was not a gambling man but this sounded an amazing offer.
When asked how he could be so generous, he explained that he was in fact backing the horse at evens.

But dont forget, if it wins you will still have a horse worth £300.000 plus.

It just seemed to good to be true…he neaded time to give a dicision.

On the day of the race, a further runner was taken out of the event, this resulted in The Rake being reduced even further to odds on 1/2.

He had promised to telephone the Bookmaker on the morning of the race, and when he did so, he was told that all offers were no longer on the table, the reason he explained someone had told the BHB that Shaun was in fact laying his own horse, a direct breech of there rules.
This was all above Shauns head he didnt bet, and certianly didnt understand, the concept of laying his own horse.

Raceday arrived, the whole future of Shaun and Brady relyed on The Rake.the couple were in one giant hole. and only this racehorse could get them out of it.

The event took place in front of a large crowd, The Rake cruising behind the leaders coming down the hill 2 out he over jumped, hitting the fence chest high, like Arkle had done years before, in the Gold Cup.
The Rake was a good horse but not an Arkle, he looked as if he was about to do a somersault.
However his Jockey. sat tight. sliding to a hault it looked as if. all was lost, before the race Shaun and Brady had parted company to watch the event, Shaun had gone behind the grandstand, watching the race in a little over crowded bar, he couldnt see what happened all he could here was “The Favourite is a Gonner”
Brady had made her way down to the last bend, she had seen The Rake actually on the floor, and had began to walk back to the grandstand in a daze.

The only person who knew what was happening was the Jockey himself he felt the Horse show amazing strenth in pulling himself back up,from the floor, and then powering up the hill hitting the front 10 yards from the line.

There was a typical St Patricks day celebration. and although trained in England the winner had been found in a Tipperary field. trained by an Irishman, riden by an Irishman, and now owned jointly by Shaun and Brady.

Still in a daze the two, fought there way into the winners enclosure, to recieve there trophy. but although they were invited into the Royal Box, for celebrations, they asked politly, if they could be forgiven, it was clear that they were not in any fit state to do so.
They had gone to hell and back just to have a little bit of fun.

The dream, was over. the prize money, the £300,000 for the sale of The Rake plus the amount left, from the sale of fixtures and fittings,in the business cleared all outstanding debts, and placed the couple in the same position they would have been if they had never taken any gamble in company or horse.in the first place.

Certainly a long way from Tipperary. for the horse. and although Shaun and Brady would never regret the wonderment of owning such a great horse they were not the type. to fully enjoy. the roller coaster ride that the sport of Kings had produced.

CUBONE

In 1866 there was an incident by the 3rd fence.at the famous Grand National course were a Gypsy boy was seen to be stealing bracken from the glorious fences.The owner of the track the 4th Lord Sefton was all ready on his gaurd after a serious happening before when all of the fences had been tampered with reducing the course to no more than a long distance hurdle., it was thought that a team of Gamblers were involved
The 4th Lord Sefton William Phillip. Born ??? Died 1897 was in the company of his groundsman.
A young Romany lad a cripple aged 14 was hunted down and whiped by the Lord of the manour riding his white mare.
The lad crawled back to the families encampment,just out of the course. he was met by his grandmother who was distraught. when told what had taken place..
The romany family had arrived from Ireland a few days before, they were regular attenders were the carried out there occupation of selling horse tack.
Later that evening the Boy died after being cared for by the women in the group,.as it was freezing cold and snowing heavly Bronchitus may have been the cause brought on by the beating.

The lad was berried just outside Kirby Church but still thought to be on hallowed ground
That morning the grand mother who,s name was Moina, began an incantation, and a ritual, that she had learned from her grandmother, “The Seftons and all there forebers are to be Cursed for 200 years, even the course and all those that try to defeat it, will perish.”

The Chant of MURDER continued all that night and most of the next morning.

That after noon Lord Sefton who was also the starter, had great difficulty getting the runners away, after 2 false starts the race commenced. but that was after Sir William refused to take part..a coincident but not owned by Sir William Sefton.

Ace of Hearts bolted away jumping the first fence well clear
At the 2nd Fence Ace of Hearts refused running up and down the Ditch causing mahem.similar to Foinavon.
Bringing down 20 horses..
at the 3rd fence another 3 fell.
At the finish a horse that cost £30 as a criple like the boy, had won the event his name Salamander

1868 There was a fierce wind with a storm so sevear that people said it sounded lik a Banshee screaming
At the first fence a Boulder that was placed by 2 men as a guide was amazingly blown over by the wind, right in front of the favourite Chimney Sweep who shatered his pastern, having to be destroyed. at once..the wind never let up ,the winner a 15. 1/2 Hand pony. well thats what many in attendance called her. The Lamb,,

As the winner was going into the enclosure the storm blew a Marquie over erected for Lord Seftons Gambling friends causing a riot with gambling chips all over the floor. special constables from Liverpool; were called to contain.the public.
The jockey Mr Edwards champion Amature who rode The Lamb was killed in a minor event shortly afterwards
In 1869 and 1870 the winner The Colonel was riden by Champion Jockey George Stevens, who had been coaxed by Tom Oliver a rider from romany stock, and called Blackie.

In 1871 The Lamb was sold to a new owner and won yet again.
the ex trainer Lund was so distraught with the sale that he cut his own throut.
A short time after The Lamb was taken to Barden Barden in a minor event but fell breaking his fetloch.
George Stevens contemplating retirement after his 5th Win.
Had Purchased a cottage for his family on Cleeve Hill Cheltenham naming it after Emblatic one of his winners,, .one day after spending a whil with friends in a Cleeve Hill Public house he was on his way home in his horse and cart when his hat blew off, as a passer by passed his hat back to him the pony bolted.
swerving into a drive way, he was thrown out onto some builders bricks cracking his skull and ending his brilliant life.

The life of the 4th Earl Molenuex William Philip Lord Sefton. was marred by disasters.
at a Xmas meeting his son and heir
Charles William, broke his back in a novice chase over the smaller Sefton course.
Born 1867, he was already the 5th Lord Sefton, after the death of his father but was now a quadriplegic relying on a wheel chair. he died on the 2nd Dec 1901 aged 34.

His brother Osbert became 6th Lord Sefton.
There sister Rose was born an imbecile and never left her bedroom locked away till her death in 1905 aged 35. she could be heard screaming for miles, over the Liverpool country side.
Osbert had 2 sons and a daughter
One a boy Cecil Richard was lost in the the 1916 Battle of Jutland he was just 17. his sister Evelyn died aged 15.
Sir Hugh William became 7th Lord Sefton living until 1972, having married an American Title chaser Josephine Armstrong, daughter of George Nathan Amstrong from Glenns Virginia they had no children..her friend was Wallis Simpson another title hunter who married the Duke of York that was the end of the Sefton Line,in just over half of the 200 years.

So ended the Curse as far as the Seftons are concerned but many many serious unacountable events have taken place ever since making me beleave that the CURSE is still in place.

CUBONE

Over my 58 years in the betting industry, I have witnessed many, coups, strokes, or the unlawful transfer of funds from punters to Bookmakers or vica verca,

History Books over the last 100 years, and even before confirm the many cases of well planned Betting Coups that come unstuck, but not many references of the great ones that slipped through the net, because of there brilliance, winning coups are unheard of simply because they are so clever and the instigators, get paid, by discruntled Bookmakers, who grudgingly, whipe there lips. and pay.

What made the brilliant USA Movie THE STING. so lovable was because it had all the ingrediants, to make it a winner.

A Team of impoverished Gamblers, out on there luck, planning a carefully orcestrated betting Coup. that conned a nasty 1930,s Maffia Bookmaker out of his reddies. like a Robin Hood type tale.

Robin the Rich to pay the poor.

All the other storys, in our history Books, are there because they have one thing incommon,
THE DAGENHAM COUP
ROCHESTER COUP
RUNNING REIGN RING
TODMORE
FRANCESCALL
GAY FUTURE

THEY FAILED TO GET PAID

Unlike the STING that succeeded.

Strokes and Coups, that are planned clevery gain recognition by gamblers who actually hope that they gain the spoiles.as long as the animals are not endangered in any way queer but true.

I have found that many Betting Strokes, are planned during hard times in an industry, the Dagenham Coup for instance occured during a foot and mouth epedemic. were the Gambling Industry had ground to a Hault.

Of course technolodgy has made it much more dificult to carry out Betting Coups, were a market is affected. the stake holder ussually a Bookmaker has the ability and right to protect himself. by reducing the liability, in the case of Horseracing the Starting Prices. all the above planned coups. were deamed failures. only because the Bookmakers refused to pay. but many others were defeated by the collapse of the market. that made the result worthless.

But what of the well thought out and cleverly planned coups that were succesful. and were paid. unfortunatly for historians, like Cubone, they are still inside, the 50 year, protection net, and many individuals still alive. so at present they must be given folk law status.

The following stroke would not fall into the above bracket, as master class only because of the volume of money, but the shear cleverness, deserves it to be placed outside the Premier Division but still in the Conference.

Names and places will remain secret however to protect those still alive.

In 1980 a popular Midland Greyhound track was being promoted vigoursly, the racing manager, would allow almost anything to raise cash for his Company and if a Charity benifited also, all the better.
It was during the period were the Grand National looked doomed and all over the country money and funding was being raised to save that track for UK GN Lovers.

The racing manager was approuched, with a view to help the Grand National Fund, and a human race was agreed, 6 runners, over 200 yards to take place after racing.

All the senoir Bookmakers offered there support, and history shows that Corals out of trap 3 won the prize. the £600 entrance fee from the 6 runners was devided 50 x 50 between THE FUND and a local Charity everyone was happy.

During the next few months the track was approuched again. with a viuw to raise even more funding, sponsors were called upon within the racing and greyhound fans,, and 14 runners were found made up of local personalites. or sponsors nominees. so popular was the event, that a very lively betting market was formed.

The main sponsor still alive, began to bet on the event.from within the grand stand as he didnt have a pitch on the track.and as there were complaints by fellow Bookmakers.

200 yards, hurdle event, over 3 flights. £100 entrance fee, , off a handicap mark to be arranged on the night.

So popular was the sponsored evening that the anti post market, was vibrant. although the big three stayed away, from the event local Bookmakers within the vercinity joined the fun.

The betting fluctated from 6/1 the field as many local personalitys joined in the fun the track chef, a reporter from the local wrag, 2 TV executives and a well known Greyhound trainer and others made up the 14 runners. it was a great success.

The rules, to protect from any chickanary were drafted by the tracks racing manager. he would be in charge of the handicap marks.

On the evening of the race there was a record crowd.
The Bookmaker who had permission to bet from his grand stand box, had a very good book according to information gained at the time he had taken over £5,000 and had very little liability.

At 6.0 in the eveing 1. 1/2 hours before the start of racing one of the TV executives, called off having strained his ankle playing 5 a side soccer. the racing manager was asked to allow a reserve to run for the sponsor who had already paid his fee.. no trouble and the Bookmaker allowed all bets to stand when it was seen that the reserve was a 16 stone pal of a pal.

At 7.30 one of the high street Bookmakers who happened to bet at the track. spoke to the Bookmaker betting live on the event, telling him that he had layed, a substantial wager at a big price the local greyhound trainer. the trainer had actually entered himself, and kindly had paid the £100 into the charity.

The conversation took place between the Bookmakers a little late as a £100 had been placed on the greyhound trainer,on the track also, and at 10/1 and was now on the list at 4/1. although the high street Bookmaker had layed 10/1 himself he was not prepared to throw his book away, certainly after he was convinced that the Handicap mark was a sefegaurded against any chickanary.

Through the evening other bets, were layed on the trainer., at about 8.0 a young girl no more than 16 Arrived at the track accompanied by her mother who was carrrying the girls, Addidas Sports Bag, the bag was a one off. and clearly was a sponsorship deal.

The Bookmaker took one look at the bag and dashed to the Greyhound tracks secretary. who was busy enough on the greyhounds and did not wish to get involved in a Fun Event taking place, after racing.

The girl it transpired was a fresh nominee, for the local greyhound trainer. who had cried off any personel partisipation.

By the time the last race arrived there was a consortium of Bookmakers with interest in the human race standing out side the secretaries, office, asking about this gambling coup that would take over £6000 out of all books. he satisfied them that a fair handicap would be establised.

The 14 runners of all shapes and sizes, were down at the last bend, and an unholly argument took place, between Bookmakers and Secretary. the local Express and Star sports reporter,was to be off 15 yards start. although only about 35 he was clearly 5 stone over weight, a heavy smoker and champion drinker of Gin. his 33/1 had not even atracted his lovely wife who hadnt backed a winner all evening, loved a bet, but just wanted to get home. the rest of the runners, all shapes and sizes took there place at variuos intervals until they got to the GIRL, she had stripped off and changed in her mothers car, and as she arrived at the start, any lover of athletics, would have been, astounded by her beauty and grace, it was like Arkle running against. 13 retired seaside donkeys.

The 2 bookmakers were trying to get her handicap doubled. on looks alone, but the Secratary would have non of it.
“Come on Chaps its only a fun race”
To which the sponsored Bookmaker shouted Charity Should Start at Home. and it looks like I will be looking for a new HOME on Monday.

It was to late to nobble the girl she obviously didnt drink and I guess her home was smokeless. if the 2 Bookmakers fretting at the start had known, what her mother knew they would have laid on the track refusing the race to take place,
She was a National School Champ. and held the junior 100 metre low hurdles school girls record.

It was that moment that the Worried Bookmaker produced a master stroke that only a person with years of experience in gambling could have done.

“Love can I have a Word” Yes sir, she said politly..

“As you must know this is a charity race, for Children in Need. the slimy bastard was laying it on thick.

“We have a special photograher, at the winning post, to take a picture so please dont win to easy. they would like other runners in the photo”.
The girl had been well trained in the art of keeping her mouth shut by her Greyhound trainer sponsor.

“I dont understand,” ???she said.

Come on runners lets get you away.
With a red coursing flag the race was off, betters in running with BETFAIR would have shut up shop at the first hurdle, although the fat Chap off 15 was still 10 in front the girl jumped the hurdle 5 behind and come up in the lead.

The other 12 runners, were all over the place some stopping others jumping sideways and the cheaf was in a right stew. falling on his head.

As they come into the straight the Kelly Holmes look a like was staring over at the sports reporter as if asking for advice.

As they approuched the last. the public were shouting, laughing , and crying with amusement.

At the final hurdle the Girl made her only mistake.getting to close and checking into the hurdle she jumped it 5 ft higher than she neaded to coming down steeply causing her to stumble.
Losing a few yards she only had 50 yards to make up the lost ground, and not sure were the winning post was she passed the post, locked in combat with a man 3 ft smaller and 10 stone heavier.

A photo was called but although it was blurred behond any recognition. even an offer of monkey. (£500) could not sway the photo judge from his oppinion WINNER No 1.

The winners wife was angrier than the Greyhound Trainer who was demanding an enquiry at the House or Lords.

The anti post Bookmaker had dashed to his sight to re-confirm that no one had backed the winner not even his shocked wife.
The Olympic Star, never reached her pertential but still holds the junior record for 100 metres Hurdle.
Her and her mother never spoke to the trainer again.
The Sporting Life photograher, missed the photo of a life time, so engroused was he in the finish.
and the Charity, received an extra £200 from the Bookmaker.

The winnings from his anti post book however stayed at HOME.

CUBONE.

Ever since 1945 I have never missed a Royal ASCOT, it is the next best race meeting after Cheltenham, I was only 8 years of age when I first attended, and my function was to run to a little tent on the heath, to collect nourishment for Grandad, I can still see Ocean Swell, flying home in the Gold Cup. but the best moment every year was the Parade., to see the King drive past,in that lovely coach waving specially to me, is something that I have never forgoten. when I told my grandad that he was waving he told me to shout out my name so that he would remember me.for next year.

I waved at the King and after he died, my QUEEN every year up until 2005.that is.

Although her majesty is 10 years older than me I feel that she is not just my monarch, but like a big sister, every xmas the whole family, stop and listen to here speech,s. mattered not that we only had a battered old battery hen one year,no veg, and then Henly and Ardens 1st prize Turkey the next. we still sat still, while they played God save the King/Queen from a little polished radio.

It is therefore with a great deal of sadness that last year I missed the Royal Event, the fact that it coincided with major development was fine. as it looked as if. they had braught in the new and out with the old.

I guess some people may see it as sad, but my brother who had bet at Aintree for 45 years had a board made over his bed and the day he died he had scribled some prices on it, to represent him still being there, even though he was very ill, he still managed to lay lots of horses except the winner.he died with a smile on his face.

So on Tuesday I had BBC1 ready and waiting for the start of the Royal event, the ussual, pundits, and presenters, Clair Baldwin and Willie Carson, were in the parrade ring. and a fashion team made up of Julia Bradbury, Jodie Kidd and James Sherwood. reddie to strut there stuff.

I had been a little concerned last year about the fact that the fashion parade seemed to be taking more of the spotlight away from the horses, but if thats what the public require who am I to disagree,
I even enjoy the sight of the young and beutifully dressed.up in there finary. and not only young every one makes a great effort. some im sure spending more than they can afford. but its once a year to feel great.

The Queens parade was on time, and it was great to continue watching the Queen in her coach, yet I must admit the £210 million spent on the track seemed a bit ott, I only hope that they realise that most of it was Punters money.but thats a different story.

It was then that I began to feel sick. I could not beleave what I was seeing or hearing.
The team of fashion experts, were giving there oppinions. on the dress scence of racegoers, in there midst was an apperition. from My Fair Ladie, he was prob a small version of Buddy Braint the Prince of Transylvanai my first serious guess was , the Duke of Devonshire himself. keeping the expences down following last years debacle. but I couldnt beleave that, Chatsworth was on its uppers.

Then he started, if he wasnt The Duke he must have been Beau Brummells grand child, If that was the case i was hoping that all of a suden he would break into a song from Little Orphan Annie, “Your cloths may be Beau Brummelly , they stand out a mile, your never fully dressed without a smile” but no..this face had never smiled from the day it was conceived, in all of his life he had only ever scowled but it couldnt be Beau.. for he had died in France pennyless, insane and with syphilis. well I do not know if this Fashion expert has any health problems, and he looks as if hes got a few quid, so I will have to settle for one out of three, for INSANE he certainly is.

The first thought I had was this man is just a FOP. ( a person aspiring to be an Aristocrat).but actually fop is to soft a word for James he is the worst SNOB I have ever seen and that in a country who invented the word.

What on earth will my Queen or her representative be saying to themselves if they are in the Royal BOX and watching the TV, I know that the Duke of Devonshire, Eton Educated is an absolute gent, what will he think when he sees this BBC presenter, making a laughing stock of some of his guests.

Some of the statements made against women, who having dressed according to the Ascot code, but unfortunatly not to the liking of this upstart. . I couldnt wait for some hansome Etonian walking into the parade ring, take a silk glove out of his pocket and slap him in the smirking mouth..
Better still the husband of some car dealer. who had told his wife that this years in colour was Rover Red instead of Beige, and when abused by Sherwood for her stupidity pulled his Glasses Guide out of his inside pocket and downed him.

It was clear that the man, I will give him that benefit of doubt, has a hidden agenda, having watched to much Big Brother. a program that I assume is banned in the Buckingham Pallace lounge,is planning to corner the Simon Cowell, Racing Market.

Even his co presenters, were egging him on. and the snyde little dwarf. was pleased to dominate the mike.

The good fashion reports, were saved for the Marquess of ? or The Pop Singers daughter, etc but the little team of black country visitors, invited by the Duke, at there own great expence. were made to look silly, in front of millions of BBC viewers, this being shown all round the world, what sort of message does this send out, clearly a message that Queen Elizabeth would not endorse.

I guess with the number of Ascot visitors, this year down considerably I can assure the Duke or at least Public Relations Officer Nick Smith that the BBC fashion expert is doing a fine job, in making sure that Ascot drifts back to the elitist, period when Eliza Doolittle, the Dustmans daughter raised much joviality.by shouting “Come on ROVER”

All I can wish for is that before the Queen left Windsor castle she posted a little note, for her Butler.
“Put the tape machine on for me Smithson” well her horse ran shocking so it will give her more time to see a real shocking, event when she returns.

I am not the sort to hinder any person taking his opportunites as they arrise, if he has to become controversial, to get away from the grind of whatever his day job entails. then, so be it. he certanly knows how to earn a crust, promoting Saville Row, at the drop of a top hat,with his new friend Rushdie,in tow, I assume that next years bespoke is already being chalked up.
I do not wish to end on a negative note so I will finish by saying

Burlington Bertie from Bow, had Class.
James Sherwood from whence he came has non.

CUBONE

CUBONE

Old fogies like me, take all that goes on in horseracing as part of the sport, being an old cynic. and regular reader of Forumes, I also take threads claiming foul, play against trainers, owners and jockeys, as water off a ducks back. lost money does have a habit, of clouding the issue a little.

But this is nothing new, when I first entered the game, betting was illegal in the high streets,and the Tanoi System on the wall, of smoky Betting Shops, part of the Exchange Telegraph.services.. only verbal the comentators, who had plenty of licence to entertain. I dont ever remember a horse being mentioned as tailed off. it seemed that every horse had a chance with 100 yards to go. many a time I have heard my selection, finishing fast on the outside, only to find, that it was beaton 15 lenths and going backwards.in the Sporting Life next day.

A horses flying through,, having been ignored for the first 7 furlongs, would be followed by dozens of punters, looking dagers at the Tanoi. shouting “You Cheating Bastard”

Now I think about it ,even Cubone used to look at that little black box on the wall.all through the comentary.as if in a trance. it was some sort of 1950 Tardis.
I have heard a race with 3 horses leading at the last when the comentator shouted HERE COMES..
And every punter in the room shouted YES.

So whats changed at Ascot they show the finish of a race 6 times, from every possible angle, so that every losing punter gets chance to scrutanise his selections every move, if they go to early they are stupid, if they come to late they are worse. even a slight mistake at the last is poor jockeymanship.over the sticks.
If a horse goes for a gap and it closes, he should have gone the other way there are at present in the UK. a million Grand Stand Jockeys, who probebly cried like the little babies they were the last time they sat on a f our legged animal at Blackpool Beech. however they do have the right to complain, as they pay, for the sport to commence.
I dont ussually offer up an oppinion, to any jockey. or trainer, other than to tell them to keep there horses in the worst company and themselves in the best,
I am of the oppinion that nothing takes place now, that hasnt taken place many times during the last 300 years. and will still be taking place in 300 years time.

Let me take you back over 150 years, so that you can compair like with like so that you can give a more structured view.

It was 1862, a meeting was taking place, that even your great,great, grand father, would have never attended, SHREWSBURY.
It was Autumn and the last 2 day meeting of there yearly fixtures.

The secretary was attending buisness, in walked three of the country,s leading Amature Riders, Captain Little. who rode the National winner Chandler in 1848, also owned the winner Peter Simple. Captain Townley rode a 2nd in the National and also owned a 2nd. and Mr George Edwards who rode The Lamb, and was a top amature rider.
John Frail was not surprised with there attendance as they were regular riders, and owners at his well suported meeting.

“How can I help you Gentelmen.”
Im not sure who spoke next. but the sudgestion was clear., “matters are very serious, we are all BROKE”
“And as it is the last meeting of the year could you help us get up a race,”
Frail replied, I will have to think it over, I dont have the power alone but I will ask arround.

It was arranged that on the next day friday a small handicap would be arranged for the 4 partisipants..
A NEW RACE.
The welter handicap. 5 sovs, 20 added, for 3 year olds and upwards, Gent riders, Jockeys 5lb extra,
Half a mile, close 4.0

The three impoverished owners, were joined by another in the same predicament.
The notice was not placed on display until 5 minutes to 4.

As secretary Frail senior arrived back in his office his son, had a piece of paper in his hand, and had tacked it onto the 4 entrants, for the New Race,

Who took this entry.??? it is clear that 4,0 was the close.

Junior, admited that he had taken the entry, “Mr Priestley gave it to me, Father.”
When it was realised that the 5th runner was Tom Sayers, a very poor horse, a maiden with no ability.
The partisipants moved into overdrive, Let it run, WE WILL LET IT WIN.
You must be joking Tom Sayer wouldnt be fav to win a walk over.said Little.
On the evening champion Jockey Fordham was drinking,in a hotel.
Fordham have you a full book of rides tomorrow,
What do you have in mind, said Fordham.
Well we have an extra race for amatures,riders, and we have a ride for you.plus 5 lb.
Fordham approuched the owner who was pleased to offer the champion the ride.

George Fordam was after the championship again this year and would go any were for a winner, but when he examined the horses form even he was aprehensive he had however given his word so ride he must.

On the friday, It was decided that £1000 would be placed on Tom Sayer. and as a Bookmaker George Payne came down the Tattesalls stairs he was approuched.
Mr Paine we would like you to put £1,000 on Tom Sayer. in the NEW RACE.
Paine started to laugh, out loud, that horse is stupid and a rouge to match.
Dont you worry Mr Paine. we have good men in place, stupid or not.
I still cant get that much on,, at that moment a second Bookmaker known to the conspiritors, was called over.
Broeck will you partisipate in a wager you and Mr Payne, £500 each on Tom Sayer,
“You must be mad.”
It was arranged that they would both have half of the Main ring each.

The runners, began there canter to the start

Tom Sayer riden by G Fordham
Abron riden by Capt Little
Zora riden by Capt Townley
Sheerness riden by Perry
Astarte riden by Mr Edwards.
They approuched the starter “There OFF”

After a furlong it was clear that Tom Sayer had whiped arround at the start and was flat footed.
The four runners were pulled and made there way back to the start.

This time Tom Sayer was away in front.
After a furlong Captain Townley called out to Fordham go on George, kick the brute.

With the 4 non tryers, across the course 4 lenths behind .the leader,, Capt Townley called out come on lets make a little race of it.

As they approuched the 2 furlong post they were all gaining to much and with Tom Sayer crying enough, they all had to be checked, at the line Fordham had won by 3/4 of a lenth.
the other 4 could hardley be seperated.
Even the judge was not sure, calling out what do you think Townley.???
Easy Fordham by a lenth.
Unknown to the riders, the owner of the winner, had walked out of the bar. as they were at the start. and called out
Whats Favourite, when told that his horse was 2/1 he offered a 4/1 Poneys for a bit of fun.
“I may as well get £25 back towards all the money that he has cost me.”

For the records Tom Sayer started at Evens and the Bookmakers returned £2500 to £1000.

So you Grand Stand Jockeys, until you hear a photo judge, calling the jockeys into the stewards box to ask them whats won. then dont despair.

CUBONE

Yesterday under the old pals act, I made a few phone calls. some of the people I telephoned I havent spoken to for many years,
In the 70s I used to handle trade for the industry, mostly early morning buisness, this was during the period of the Starting Price Knock Outs and other sinister, activities.

What people must understand is that Bookmakers as a rule are not first in line in strokes, scams, or chickanary. for if they have just a molicule of scence, they do not get to close to any flame.

The Bookmaker is the stake holder, and just like the young children, in the school party game of Pass the Parcell.. react accordingly.

It has always been thought that the little fat lad who is always standing when the music stops, would never make a Good Bookie,

However now with the introduction of Digital Security, the chances are that the Fat lad. has designed the Computor Security, for the firm to highlight. every customer action.

90% of the buisness will be coded (M) as i am not privy to there database I can assume that (M) would mean Minor and not Mug. that would be, to insensitive in the hands of any News of the World reporter.
Those bets are calculated and the only alarm trigered would be in the case of a Detorie 7 or some like extravaganza.
Other bets, coded as (S) let us assume Sinister, Sharp. or Serious, already have many factors, included,
(S) would have a trainer/jockey preference, writen into the software, other things, like Starting Price Abuse. Eachway Thieves, so that a man who has been obviously handling a clever trainers, activity for years, would flag up an alarm if a sizeable wager presented itself, betting against his historically prefered conection.

So were in the 50s/80s, the big bookmakers would have a Top Man, sitting in his ivory castle, waiting for instructions from his underlings,
Now the same man, receives all the info from, a computor,print out.
In fact at a touch, he knows if every person who should be backing (A) has in fact done so.

Yesterday, the cosy little chat went like this

“Helo Morry, how are the children”.
Chlldren the oldest is 40.
“Cubone” great to here from you, you must be 100 by now,
If I was you better look in your anti post ledger ive got a 500 poneys.

How can I help, i havent got much time it is Ascot dont forget.???

“No Im doing a litle Blog,on the internet, just a few stories, to keep myself active in my old age. by the way you and your KID wont get a mention.lolol.. wondered if you could mark my card.today”…

You should know better than that Cubone, I didnt remember you phoning arround with the Glouscester 4. (lolololo)
“Thats right, but I did leave you Out. Morry”.

To be truefull Cu,, its all on computor now, we set our stall out and the computor protects, us, I dont even get any abuse now.

We just have a meeting now and again and Sack Someone.lol

Tell you what to do,,,, phone Tom, about 1.0,, you will miss any prices, but he will tell you how we have shaped the tricky buisness.
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So yesterday on your behalf. I phoned arround, just to keep my finger in the pie so to speak.

Within a few races I could see that this shrewed Bookmaker had some very powerfull and knoledgable, clients, nothing has changed there.

However although, I havnt telephoned to day, it is clear that within a few days, that firms buisness would be out in the public domain, and it is clear that I would lose a very old friend.

The saying about.
Those that tell dont know. and those that know dont tell. is very correct. it would only be a matter of time, before I was to imbarressed to phone.

Of course one of the most informative pieces, of information available now is the BETFAIR markets. at a touch, a watcher can, save all that time, paddock watching, standing by the Rails, watching the High Rollers, or even standing in the stands watching, how runners go down to the post. now all you have to do is just sit in front of your computor screen, calculate what the odds should be, from early odds checkers, and watch the volume,
Were before statements made by Alex Bird, about
“If I have a horse at 4 and its on offer at 8. I treble my stake” is not so valid.
Im not saying that there is not grounds for a little manipulation, in the markets, but the Word MONEY DONT LYE.

Has never been so true……

Sorry Morry I wont be phoning you today, nothing personel
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Finally I once remember a day at Leicester, there was a race were they bet,
2/11 13/2 12/1 20/1 bar,,,,, 8 runners.
Cubone neaded a touch from somewere.
The 12/1 chance was a very poor horse, and represented a 100/1 chance It wasnt Churchilian intelegance to see that the 4th in, 20/1 was a tremendious wager Each Way 1/4 the odds in those days.
I crept up and worked a pony Each Way, in the hands of a new lovely counter assistant,

During the race a novice hurdle from Plumpton ??? there was only 4 standing as they came to the last. with mine in front.
I started a Cubone Chant.,,, “Come on my little Cocker Should have been Favourite”
As it passed the post. a serious Brummie Profeshional ,, Billy Bough, grabbed me by the arm and shouted,.

“What are you doing backing my Horse” ????

Lucky for me I had remembered noticing it was owned. a very famous Duke.

” Ho Im sorry Lord Abergaveny” it wont happen again.

The whole of the betting shop errupted in laughter…

He never did like me after that. Sorry BILL.

CUBONE

Over the past 300 years I cannot see were a Great Bookmaker has spauned a Good Bookmaker Son.
In fact in most cases excluding the jump to public companies, most good firms. are sold out or just retire. and disapear all together.
The reason is that Bookmaking is a ballancing act between skill, chicanary, bravery, and credit control.

Going back through time. the likes of Crockford, Gully, never had any issue, or if they did they never wanted them to go on to carry on sooming, (a 18th Centry word for calculating a list of prices)

Or great firms, like Symonds, Copes, Woolf, Percy Thompson, Hector Macdonald, Fry. Yates, so many names that I would fill a bookies Odd,
But take a look at there sons, almost impossible to see a Great Bookmakers Son, having followed on.

In fact 95% of the new Internet firms, are names unknown at the start of the 21st Centry.

Bookmaking is an art, that requires years of understanding.

Of course the Big Three are public companies and as such there is no real Head peace. just. Accountants. answerable to shareholders.

I guess the nearest to great bookies, taking over from the great fathers, can be found in Ireland, Gibralta, and Australia.

In the shape of Victor Chandler, Paddy Power, Sean Graham and Robbie Waterhouse.

These are Bookmaker who a punter can talk to first hand, matters not how big or small there wagers are.
One thing about old fashioned Bookmakers who have come through the streets to gain success are always, reachable to walk into a bar any were in the world they will invite you into there company.
They love nothing better, than to hear about there forebears, for better or worse that was the thing that shaped there future,

I dont remember many Snobs, In racecourse Bookmaking, but there have been a few.

This morning I have made 3 phone calls to leading Firms, and they were not to proud , to tell Cubone what there thoughts and plans were for today.

There is no doubt that a few will be keeping there powder dry until they get a better insight into any draw advantages.

IN THE FIRST.The Coventry,

2 Big Priced Horses are being nibbled at.
South Dakota and Yem Kinn. but only 10% of there normal wagers.

The King Stand, is to good a race to play.
In the 3.45 St James.
2 Horses are being backed Each Way both big prices and it clearly indicates that there is something a miss with this race….but the fact that they are also backing Excellent Art, will be a worry for fanciers of,
Cockney Rebel, and Dutch Art,,the people we are talking about would be plunging fortunes on Dutch Art, if there was a rumour, about the Fav, the fact that they are not means that there EW support for
Jack Junior and Duke of Marmalade cannot be ignored.

The whispers from accoss the sea, are not full of confidance, for George Washington. and there will be plenty of wealthy individuals, popping there mouse in the right hand side colums, of BETFAIR..

In the 4.55 Ascot Stakes, Grafton Street, is weak. and could drift.
and those in and arround the Grand Stand Box,s will be after Big prices for

Som Tala and Princlet.

In the last the Windsor Castle.

They will all be after Achilles of Troy. to a man..reported to be back to his best.
and the draw in the other sprints may give even more confidants.
But at that price 7/2 ish Cubone will be taking the Grand Kids to the Park.

CUBONE.

This is the week when all us human beings can join a club, that will never be open to us,at any other time, even if global warming reduces our numbers by 99%.

Unless you are born a TOFF you can never become one.

If you dont beleave me then just take a look at the adaptation of My Fair Lady based on Pygmalian this is great snobbery at its worst.and we all love it.

Henry Higgins, backing himself with Colonel Pickering, for a £5 that he could take a cockney Flower Seller, with an accent from right under Bow Bells, and have her excepted as a Duchess.

Well the first thing you require is a ticket. to get in.

ASCOT is till the easiest Event to Jim in (Even the Royal Box) easier than Cowes Week. Gaurds Polo, or even receiving a penny off the Queen all you require is a Good Ticket Spiv.and there are some great ones about.

There will be 100,s of honourables with quality Moss Bros finery. on there Royal Badge there will be, Alfie Hoffer, air brushed to read

Honourable Alfred Hoffertone. on the lapel. even an MP, QC, or MBE no extra.

Once you arrive, in your finary. with the wife dressed not like Eliza Doolittle but as near as damb it, you are excepted. with the Royal badge no one would dare challenge your right to be there.
But like Train Watching, named traines are hard to find, a bow from the Doormen, varies by the title on the badge,
Dukes and Ducheses, the poor man double up in pain. Lords just a salute, Honourables, and you just get a wink. probably the door man knows the Ticket Spiv.who sold you the badge.
But the best, ticket to the exclusive zone would be by way of a fresh faced, 18/21 year old, Deb, (Debera)
If she is an English Rose who can speak only when spoken to, it wont be long before, the doors to all the exclusive Private Box,s slide open.
The one thing the Snobs of this event,, still cannot gaurantee to reproduce is Beutiful daughters, and us Commoners, have them in abundance. but that dont mean they will allow any inter breeding. well if they do it will only be for this week.

I hope that William and Arry are there, I will except that they only play games, not prepared, to realy get there hands dirty, if they were they would have participated in the Grand National by now. even The Prince of Wales, rode round, some of our hardest National Hunt Courses, and Princess Anne was backed to win at Ascot.If I remember correctly. it is unfortunate that the Princes, are premier Division Bingers, so that may be there way of moving closer to the masses.

In the past, My Fair Lady showed us that if a commoner ever wanted to get her pretty toes under Buckingham Palaces Big Table then it was only Ascot that allowed her a chance. now however there are scores of Night Club,s just as good.

On tuesday, Ascot will be thrown open to all, with a badge, the racing will be the best in the world, the top 6 Jockeys, will win almost every race, class prevails,yet again. and they will only be after one thing, a winner, this is the start of a week, when the Sport of Kings, is as Honest and True as it ever will be.

Cubone has been attending the Royal Meeting since 1949 when in the outside rings I was a water boy, keeping my Grand Dad nourished, although the water contained the same Gin that Alfred Doolitle Eliza,s Dustman father loved.

There have been many amazing events, at the meetings, I attended, to watch Prince Monolulu, and the many, other royal impersonators over the 50 plus years, something that only the British realy know how to enjoy.

This is were dreams are born. no Tradesmans Entry signs, you are within touching distance, of a real QUEEN.

I will never forget the story that I was told matters not if true or not.
” A Birmingham Foundery Worker had gathered all his finances together, and arrived at Ascot, it was his chance of glory, he had always Gambled, but with no success, he begged borrowed, and hired, a Vintage Roles Royce in mint condition. and with a silk morning suite, also hired, he began to plunge, in the Betting Ring,in large denominations,
By the last race he had nothing to his name even the Car required petrel. and his pockets were empty. all alone he walked back to the car.
He was dumfounded what to do and closed his eyes and contemplated suicide.
A prayer was offered to the almighty.

” Please God I am sorry for disapointing you with my greed and averice, I do know my station in life, but just once I wanted to feel the way that the Wealthy, Live, I know it was only a dream, and I should be content, with my lot, but I will never do it again, if you can just let me get back home to my Birmingham”

As he was still praying, a brown parcel was slid through the window space, and landed in the factory workers, Top Hat.
It was thick and when opened it contained over £1000 in White Fivers.funny but Gorden Richards had a Roles Royce.

When the factory worker arrived back home he kept the secret to himself purchasing some shares in the company that he worked for, it wasnt long before his shares had multipled and were sold on,, making him wealthy,

The moral of his story to win the lottery you must buy a ticket, his family, are now very respected in the Jewelry Quarter of the Midlands. and they love to explain how clever there Grand Father was.

My own storries are not so grand,
I do remember betting on various, Betting Events, while at Ascot.
The colour of the Queens Dress, or hat very popular at one time but not of late.

The funniest events I remember involved Americans, who love the pomp and pagentry of Ascot.
In 1960 there was always a Find the Lady table on the passage way to tattersalls, a Yank with his wife, was amazed by all the goings on. he had paid a £50 for a piece of Gypsys Heather, dont know what he thought our monietry rate was.

I was once betting in Tattersalls when an American. not very politly, said
“How the Ascot Authorites allow hundreds of individual Bookmakers , to bet, I dont know, we have a Tote, only in the States,

I said yes but all our punters, know us personally, and realise what a good service we offer.

“What are you saying all these here are clients of yours.” pointing to the large crowd.

Yes, I know them all. in fact, I can get them to shout out all at once, from a single command.

“I will bet you £50 you cant..
I had noticed the Queen just arriving at the two furlong post, in her Coach.

I waited until she reached the 1 furlong post, and climbing onto a large wooden stool. I shouted

God Save the Queen.
HIP HIP.

The Scheam of HORRAH, so loud that the American was astounded, and payed his Nifty (£50) in good grace.

For those who intend to taste the Pomp and Glory and Snobery, next week, Cubone will get your card marked. for you…

Good Luck, speak again on Monday.

CUBONE

One of the saddest things in the Sport of Kings, at present is the way that jockeys some born with amazing talent in the art of race riding, are foresaking that skill and ability, for in some cases, a pitance.
Any readers who love the GAME should shed a little tear for the way that what was once every ones little bit of fun, a bet, is now becoming a national scandal.
There has always been a little chickanary, about, but even the most liberal of watchers must be alarmed.

With 99.9% of the Uk citezens being born with no actual skill. other than an ability to work for there supper, to see artists, born with that skill, pissing it up the wall, so to speak though there inability to handle the demon DRINK.
Cubone is no evangelist, or ever played an instrument in the Salvation Army. however, a young stable lad, making his way through the leages, with a dream of stardome, should keep himself in the best of company, and go home to bed whilst still sober.

Nothing knew, stars, of the GAME. falling by the wayside, with the questions being asked.
“WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO DILLON”

Bernard Dillon, a fresh faced stable lad with film star looks was born in Tralee, it was quickly realized by all horse watchers that the lad had skill.and ability. to ride a horse,at a very young age he was head hunted by the notoriuos Betting Genius,s, known as the Druids Lodge Confederates, this group of upper crust, Betters, loved nothing better than to pull the wool over the eyes of the authorites, (Handicapers)and what better than a great unknown jockey, to ride there horses,

Trainer Jack Fallon had been told all about this young lad, so the Confederates some who were within the Jockey Club itself, went over to ireland to take a look.

The first thing that the lad had to do on arriving at Druids Lodge was swear on the Bible that not one piece of information would leak out of the stable, a young lad, from a very religiuos, family must have been scared stiff of any reprisals, so he and every other stable lad, all Irish, kept there own counternance.
But secrecy may have been under lock and key, but with his Clarke Gable looks, he must have run riot when let loose with the local girls.
The first time he was asked to ride one of the stable gambles was in 1902
The horse Ypsilanti backed to win an equivilant of £5 Million in todays rates, in the Jubilee,
He made sure that this horse and many other of the stable plants won by skill and ability in the saddle, gaining himself an extra name “Butcher Bob” for the strenth of his whip action, if riding today he would have had to take out a loan to pay the fines. but this was 1900,s.
Other major Gambles took place, with Dillon the star attraction, in there success,
A right touch in the Cambridge, on Hackers Pride 1903, backed from all rates down,repeated the following year the lad was on a role.
He was also being seen as a classic contender so not surpising when a Derby and 2 x 1000 gns followed.

A jazy dresser, Bernard was soon in the artie set, one of the in crowd. not so with racings power that be, and at the age of 22 he was warned off for betting.. so for a handsome lad from ireland, with more ability than many champions who followed him , it was the END.
One day standing outside the Stage Door, of a Marie Lloyd Show, there eyes met and although there was an 18 year age difference Miss Lloyd was smitten.

Still only just out of his teens, what was he to do, he still had one great ability, and that was to Drink any Bar Dry, so his relationship with the Superstar of Stage, Marie a notoriuos, Binger herself, there was only one way and that was down.

With the STAR of the Turf, and the Star of Stage, in a drunken stupor, most days, even her money was going to run out. so the enjoyment, of sitting in there bedroom listening to her hits, like “The Boy I love is up there in the Balcony” “My old man said follow the Van” or even “a Little of what you fancy does you Good” could never last.

After Marie died on stage, playing a drunk part of her act. Dillons whole life fell apart.

Some one from the old Confederacy managed to get him a Job as a night porter in Trafalga Square.and that was were he died.

We are all surposed to be Equal on and under the TURF. sorry Bernard, you owned the bloody field.

CUBONE