Cubone - The Gambling Historian!

href=”http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSyn0mbi3kVlWrln6whggoagdLKCbzPpKnDXfKA87XId9QL7xHKfQ”>Looking for the meaning of the word RIK, on Google takes me to Richard the Lion heart, as a brave and bold leader. http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSyn0mbi3kVlWrln6whggoagdLKCbzPpKnDXfKA87XId9QL7xHKfQ
Of course I always knew RIK to mean a little deceit, best explained in the skill used by an auctioneer, to run up a sale, taking an offer off the wall.
In the case of Bookmaking with every one in the same ring offering very similar odds it is possible to create interest by calling out a fictitious wager.

Usually a large credit bet, however it was in 1985 before the words honesty was challenged.

In G.Green v Customs and Excise. http://www.hmrc.gov.uk/images/hmrc_logo_alt.gif
A well respected Bookmaker called Graham Green http://www.dog-track.co.uk/images/greyhound.jpg was charged with tax evasion following a C/E sting, at Hall Green Greyhound stadium. were a tape recorder was used, to collate all bets taken during the evening. the reason to find if any Bookmaker was evading the 4% betting duty that existed at the time.
Facts.
At 9.15 with the favourite being offered at even money, Graham a senior Birmingham Bookmaker, called out
“An EVEN £500 Boot Laces. Joe Rook”

The statement made by the C/E was that they had heard the wager taken, but it had not been entered in the Bookmakers ledger. having calculated the evenings turnover, using there own Tape Recorder and the Bookmakers field book there was a short fall of £500. in total take. equating to £20. (4%) For tax purposes, on the evening transactions.

When the Bookmakers accounts, were examined Mr G, Green had no such credit client as Joe Rook. in his business. and the wager did not appear in the Book although it could be heard on the recorder.

The statement made by Graham was as follows.

“During the 9.15 race the price of the favourite was evens with every other Bookmaker offering the same odds and no punter was willing to take those odds, to instill some interest, with a RIK Bet, a fictitious, wager, similar to an AUCTIONEER, http://rapsheet.co.uk/Images/Characters/Auctioneer.jpg
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attempting to create a market. I called out a Rik bet, of £500 at Evens, the Trap one Boot Laces, to TB.
The TB was a slang word meaning Top of the Book. Reminding the clerk that the bet was not an official wager, and by pointing to the top of his book, this reminded the him that the wager should not be entered into the races turnover”.

When the C/E official was called back. to the dock. he was asked by the defence QC if during his examination of the race did he hear, the bet struck, and did he notice Mr Green pointing to the top of his book accordingly.

“Yes I heard the Monkey Bet (£500) struck and his motion in pointing to the book”

“Judge Walter Smith. “Mr Green what was the reference to Joe Rook”
“Joe Rook your honour is back slang for BOOK hence pointing to the Book with a coded message, meaning no bet”

In conclusion Judge Walter Smith.

“Auctions Are Theatre, Not Reality
Mr Green’s reference to a Bookmaker offering a service similar to that of an auctioneer is relevant.”
To get the highest possible prices, auctioneers have to keep the audience as excited as possible: the higher the adrenaline level on the floor, the higher the prices achieved. Excitement is high when competition among bidders is high, when sell-through rates are high, and when prices are high.

Auctions are theatre, and the theatricality is designed to increase excitement on all three fronts. But we must remember that theatre is fiction. To increase the sense of competition, auctioneers will “bid off the wall” or, as it is called in high-end auctions, “bid off the chandelier.” If there is only one bidder, the auctioneer will pretend to accept competing bids from a fictional bidder, such as the wall or a chandelier. Sometimes all bidding is phantom but the auctioneer will pretend to accept competing bids in the hope of attracting a “third,” but really the first, bidder to come in at a higher level. To drive a single bidder upwards by making the chandelier bid against him, the auctioneer needs another piece of theatricality – the secret reserve. The reserve is the lowest price at which the seller will sell, and it is known only to the auctioneer and the seller, never to the buyer. This enables the chandelier to work the lone bidder up to the reserve, when a legitimate sale can be made. In this case, the sale price is not the result of competition between bidders, as the bidder believes, but of an “agreement” between the seller and the buyer, of which the buyer is totally unaware. The buyer believes that he has paid one increment more than his competitor was willing to, but he has been fooled, he has paid what the seller wanted.”

“There is no reason to believe that Auctioneer is any more honest than a Licensed Bookmaker. in fact my interest in gambling may only be at Cheltenham Festival were I must say, the dealing I have had with my Bookmaker has always been, honest, and trustworthy, I personally pay my small cash wagers, on before the race, I do not take a cumbersome ticket that can be lost, and I have never found a mistaken transaction. And I accept that watching the hustle and bustle of a betting ring, If there is not a little theatre attached, I would be surprised. In fact to watch there tick tacks, operating round and about, and the noise of the Betting Ring, makes it not unlike a Mardi gras.http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT_cNta9EbDM8a1lOZ3OdwKeirF7rs2vLdrI5T3iqV_DqIm1rxN

Finding Mr Green not guilty. of Tax evasion. with costs, going to the Bookmaker, only the Inland Revenue were surprised.
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It was less than 5 years before Mr Graham Green became a member of the Tattersall’s - Committee, a body of the very best and most trustworthy men, arbitrating over all betting disputes on behalf of the Jockey Club.

For backers of racehorses with just a little knowledge of Form, I advise that they look closely at how a horse responded.in the past, for there will be a great change when his or her jockeys, are restricted, in the amount of times the whip can be used.

From a close examination, over the past 50 years, the stats of many of the great races, Grand National. to the Classics, for flat racing would have been re written, if the laws on the whip had been introduced in 1960. not all the great horses of the past, would have prevailed. in these new circumstances.
Certainly last years National winner, may not be on the illustrious golden board. in the Liverpool. board room. I say may not, because there will be differing opinions.

But never mind the classic.s or the great festivals, what about the 20 odd races every day, from the moment, the rule is introduced. I can see a turn around, of the type of horses that will win in future.

My advice to backers of Horses, is that they should pay more attention to the winner who responds to a well balanced use of hands and heels, than a heavy bombardment, of strong whip action. for there is going to be many horse that stop the minute, that the 7 whip action has concluded, obviously there will be a change in rider skills, in that when the allotted number, of strikes, has been used, what will many rider do, have they got the ability required to ride, a horse out without the use of the whip.
I foresee, an increase in 1.01 losers, for starters, the Betfair Exchange in running experts, will have a field day.

Be careful for when a horse down’s tools, take my word, they can loose 5 lengths in 10.

So what do you have to consider, as advisable, after the rule commences.

Will there be more or less horses leading all the way, I believe more, not less, for it is these jockeys, in many cases, who understand the pace. required to win a race, without use of the whip. excessively.

Apprentice jockeys will have to be watched, for a good rider with his 7lb concession will be worth his weight in gold… watch and make notes

The form book, will have to be looked at all over again. horses that win under a WW1 type attack. may be a lesser, animal. with a lesser bombardment.
Dont any one think I am an backer of the Whip for I am not, to see Lester Piggott, win the Epsom Derby, on The Minstrel, in 1977 was enough for anyone to turn to playing, scrabble.

The 16th 17th and 18th Crack, of the whip, all within 10 yards of the wining post.

How long will it be, before some clever clog, uses the whip 3 furlongs out, and then finds that the horse will not respond any more, afterwards. and with still a furlong left. and only two strikes left…

Although we do not know the affect that the rule with have on the finish of races,
I would sooner back one of the top 10 jockeys, during the interim period and make note of the horse that are 100% genuine, for they will be the ones who win, without a further abuse of the whip or better still to back horses that win there fair amount of races, without a whip what so ever…

If you take a look at last years National. the shellacking or thrashing: that the winner received from the last, is enough to convince any watcher, that there is a great deal of doubt, what would have occurred, after 7 strikes, the 18 lashes, as against 9 of the second, followed by a great deal of hands and heals. would make me believe that the second would have probably prevailed,

I am not saying that the winning horse was not game or brave or that the second was more so, what I am saying is that if a 7 whip rule had been in place, the result may have been different,

Watch this space..

Cubone.

Since opening for business in 1908. Finders/Keepers, grew rapidly and was one the leading firms specializing in international probate, they had been invited to seek a claimant, there was a possibility that his parents had died and with no brothers or sisters. it would have to take its course,, George Leslie McHenry,(Scotty) was going to one of those long drawn out, situations, officially the money, would remain with the crown, there was however a few items, that clearly belongs to someone else, library books, a fridge and T.V, on a rental agreement. but it was the large box of letters and diary’s that were clearly marked as being owned by, William Tindle, these could be passed on without fuss to 28 Hetherton Grove Newmarket, after taking advice, the firm had traced William back to this flat,

When William paid one of the very few, visits, to the flat it was empty, now run by a local estate agent, who rented it out, for the lad, in the middle of the main room was a 3 f x 3 f Tea Box. Without looking William knew it was Richards, original Diary’s, the ones that had made the Scots wealth. This time however there had been a further item, a large envelope that contained at; least 100 photo’s that from an initial viewing were Weddings, http://www.fashion-era.com/images/ALLSMALLPICS/1958_wedding_barbara_group_small.jpg

William wasn’t sure what to do with the box, he had no interest, in the evidence, that Scot had developed, when he looked at the photographs they seemed to add a new dimension for he could see a few of his old relations, his mother, father and Richard his grand father,,, it had always been his belief that to destroy a picture of a loved one, was to kill that love for ever.. Sentimental perhaps, but he had no intention of throwing them away. they would at least pass away a boring moment or two. Usually in the winter.

The box was so large that when he arrived at his boat, http://www.leboatbrokerage.com/images/fboat.jpgand its berth, at Evesham, it took a third party’s helping hand to get it on board. Even Tammy who was a strong girl. had to help out.
The only way to do it, was to break it up, and the diaries placed under the Bunk Bed.

“What are these William?”
“Books that belonged to by granddad Tammy”.
“What’s in the envelope?”

“Well not sure but they are marked 103 Wedding photo’s”.

As soon as the p in photo was released from his lips, William knew he had made an error; he was waiting for the next response..

“I wonder how long it will be before there are some of our wedding photos, added to the list”

The question was followed by a distinctive pause.
Even though the couple had only known each other 12 months, the last 6, there had been a steady Question and Answer, game.
“Will we ever get married.”? If we do, we can then have the children with us permanently”.
The two children were still in care; Tammy was desperate to have them all together. And what better than in marriage

Before long she had the envelope on the floor and all the photo’s spread out in carefully conducted piles, made easy by a directory, that indicated which numbered photo, were which, who ever had saved them all they were well organised. Although it appeared that it was Scot who was making some sort of statement, with rings round certain faces. In bold felt pen.

“William have you got a picture of your granddad as a young man, it would be nice to know what our own children may look like, if we ever have one”
Tammy was certainly brooding

Not thinking a great deal about the subject, William walked to the kitchen area, were there was a small album, Richard Tindal 1939 It was of Dick in the West Suffolk, Riffles, about 30/40 years of age.

It had been a while since William had spent any time family hunting, it was amazing how good looking Richard was, he was also dressed like a leader of men, and not a semi successful jockey.

“Were shall we go for a meal.” Boating was a tremendous way of living just turning the small boat around and sailing into the distance, there were at least 6 good eating houses, spread along the river Seven/Avon from Evesham to Stratford, just park up and the door was right next to the river.http://www.waterscape.com/media/images/helpercache/1243.png

The Oak at Taverton for instance had won many awards and they were both looking forward to there Steamed Mussels Provencal.http://api.foodnetwork.ca/images/DMM/S/T/Steamed_Mussels_Proven_al_003.jpg
It seemed ages since Richard had given William a difficult task one that had made him a hate figure, certainly among the racing fraternity. This type of publicity was bad, Jockeys had always had a bad name, among the mass of gamblers, none trying and cheating by jockeys just seemed to fit together, and now that the Jockey Club and the Sporting Life had gone cold, on the topic, it seemed rather foolish. That he had got involved in the first place. However this was always forgotten when the murder was raised, as the mans son he had a duty, to help find the culprit.

It was whilst parked up. Fishing when Tammy, gave William a pile of photo’s that she had vetted,
Look at these it looks as if Scotty was trying to say something,
Tammy, who had spent more time browsing than even William, offered an opinion,” your old friend had made these photos into a game, giving some 10 points out of 10 others 0. What do you think? He was up to”

“I have joined in the fun, and have become an expert if it is a game.”
“Matching faces has always been something I loved.”

Scot must have spent a year. linking your granddad with all the brides .was he a Don Juan, the “Seducer of Seville, perhaps” well at least the photos were being used as a fun matter.

“In the legend, Don Juan is a famous lover and scoundrel who had made more than a thousand sexual conquests.
Who ever collected these photos certainly had something to hide”.
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But William had been given a further task did the wedding photo’s show something, to do with the Jockeys Ring.? for there were many, faces of Jockeys of the period, even if William did not know who they were Scot had invoiced them in name address’s and period. of when they were riding.

It was whilst sitting on the boats rear, fishing, it had taken him ages to set every thing in motion, 20 lb line, a big red flout, but it was the live bait that he paid most attention, he had already caught a few small roach, keeping them in his keep net until required, having fastened, the first one on the tracer, line, he had cast into the area, of success in the past.. As he sat there watching, the float, and tracer going round and round slowly, mimicking, that of an injured fish, attracting any predator hopefully a large Pike 20 lb plus, http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UK27KhjpFXY/TVhiNz9aIFI/AAAAAAAAASk/mEm9eFuo-Nw/s320/Dave12pounder.jpg
The motion had been part of the enjoyment, watching carefully for something different than a steady circle…
Williams mind was engrossed firstly by the angling but then by his grandfathers face gazing from one of the many, photographs it was clear that he had many friends, and close relationships.

Looking towards the lure, there was a flash, some may say of genius, he had not hit into a large fish,

Drawing in his bate, he dismantled all the equipment, taking 50% less time than it had taken to set up.

His mind was no longer on Fishing,

Back in the resting area, William cleared the table of all clutter, even the vase of flowers that Tammy insisted had to be on display, Were placed outside.

Out came the vast amount of photos, again, this time in a more urgent approach. Making a circle no bigger than the one in the river, that a few moments before had engrossed all his attention.

In the middle like the large ball like flout, was a single image of Richard, like some medieval dictator,

Another, face, who appeared in all the meetings was an unknown, William placed him on Richards right shoulder, this was getting so exiting that the coffee he was about to prepare was soon forgotten.

What Scot had discovered was a Masonic group. All jockeys practicing or retired, running what appeared to be a charitable organisation, but the charity was to start at home and get no further than its members.http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQjnbTTBusieaMQIRTJztSZXOTX6vevqiaclznVYw-9S6IGWePx

These wedding groups showed how close-nit they all were. And Richard had never missed one…

It was a strip of standing orders, from various amounts, £50 a months to £200. All sanctioned by a three man committee, all signed out by the same signature, RBT. Richard Brian Tindal. That caused Williams jaw to drop.

“No.” I do not believe it”

It was nothing to do with the Viz family, at all. William picked up a single photo of his grandfather, and looking into his eyes he cried out

“YOU BASTARD”.

It had been Richard the first, from day one, a charitable organisation, fully funded by graft, thievery, and skulduggery. Who ever had planned it all deserved a credit, he was King of the Ring, as well as the course, a Jockeys Ring, that had taken over, from Bookmakers, and owners, and they would be in charge in future, no more doffing of the cap. Or servant type bowing and scraping from the dark ages…
Richard had been in charge of this enormous Scam perhaps not in financial terms, but by the cleverness of it all. William had remembered, Richard explaining what a waist of time the Injured Jockeys Fund had been, he had said when a Jockey could never ride owing to injury, they should be kept, by the industry, at a fair living standard, until he died..
William had never given it any thought about unionism, or the Teamsters in the USA, when he now thought it out Richard was a Jimmy Hoffa type,,,
So the information, about Viz and there involvement, into gambling corruption, was false, and used to keep himself out the candle light.
The slimy bastard it had been his plan all along from the 1930s..
An organised coup by a group of his innermost friends relations, jockeys all, and not those jockeys fortunate enough, to be self sufficient.. But those who rode there 20/50 winners every year, together, in an organised confederation, they could multiply there yearly profits 10 fold. By cheating.

These were the jockeys who travelled to the courses together to save on expenses, the one’s who would open there hearts about the financial plight they were in, so desperate, that they would try to back a winner. It was these that needed leadership.

It took him a month, to take the lists started by Scot, and improved by the photo’s William did what Scot had started, creating three groups, with a head, and three tentacles. Attached to those tentacles were no more than 10 bread and butter jockeys. One group commander with 10 jockeys in each group; they were like extended family’ members, and to look for a similarity, look no further than the Mafia.

During the year. each group would have there opportunity to improve the unions funding, but it was when a festival event took place when jockeys all joined together, it was then that as many as possible could create a massive gambling coup. Untraceable,

What better than an extended family. Joined together by blood.
It was clear that Richard had been the leader all along, and the Viz family were hated because, they had found out, about the confidence trick, and had probably tried to put a stop to it…

The only question therefore was Who Killed Richards Son, Williams father,,, had he found out and been honest enough to threaten, to expose it all. Was he prepared to shoot himself in the foot, and his own father had killed him. That was to upsetting to even contemplate.

This had put a different slant on the British Jockeys Ring..

The first thing William would have to do was meet up with the two young Viz Siblings, it has been a disgrace blaming there family, for such a scandal. That had been a Tindle problem all along.

This was to be a meeting of black blood. The hate between the two families, was thick, the Viz, Brothers, both in there early 20s,, were the new kids on the bloc, the advantage was that they appeared to have no interest in Gambling or horses. at least that was a start..

.The best result was that they had not been told about any murder accusations, it was a money matter, as far as they were concerned.
There grandfather had started as a great fruit and veg importer from Cyprus, in the 1920s, and his son,
Followed on, they were also great breeders of the Horse and although they loved nothing better than an organised gamble, they knew as much about cheating as William knew about asparagus,

A long winded apology was offered and all though grudgingly was accepted.

.But before that 25 year old William Tindal was to call a meeting with the top 5 Jockey Club Officials. in the land. And make an offer none of them dare reject…

From 1925 to 1985, 60 years there had been the most deliberate and well organised group, of family friends and relations, with its committee, chairman and a even secretary,
Like a Bookmakers, Trainers or Owners, union,

The “Ring” held a meeting each month, like a Masonic group were minutes were kept, like the share holders meeting at a Bank, every thing in the hands of a Chairman, and who was The Grand Master… Richard Victor Tindal was that master,

It was at the end of flat season, 1989…were a group of family and friends met for a party, to remember that years Guy Fawkes Plot, it was to be a Bonfire so important for British Horse racing, that a wooden box, that contained, letters lists, of names horses and races, plus banking details, that was so heavy, it had to be raised by 4 people

William was one, Terry Viz, the other and two Lords senior members of the British Jockey Club, as they raised, it high into the air, there was silence, very few other than these 4 people knew what the box contained.
High above there shoulders, the 3 feet x 3 feet. Tea Box, was placed perfectly onto a nest of English oak, already white hot,
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The Box was placed not tossed, into the flames, not one letter, photo, or Diary, escaped the cremation…

After a drink of the individual’s choice, they all shook hands, never to meet again.

The horse racing industry was secure for another 100 years. At least.

The Jockey Club and its 273 year old Industry was left, to run its own affair’s. Although it would be only 15 years before they were replaced by others called the BHB.

Only one person in the jockeys industry, during the dates, 1945 to 1955, deserves, a mention, and although, we never did know what happened, to William Tindal Senior, even he would agree there are some winners, and some losers, it will be the fate of his own father, Richard in a higher place than this one, that should be of interest. we will have to leave that matter for the time being. .

The End.

“All the world’s a stage” is the phrase that begins a monologue from William Shakespeare’s As You Like It, spoken by the melancholy Jaques in Act II Scene vii. The speech compares the world to a stage and life to a play, and catalogues the seven stages of a man’s life, sometimes referred to as the seven ages of man: infant, schoolboy, lover, soldier, justice, pantaloon, and second childhood, “sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything”. It is one of Shakespeare’s most frequently-quoted passages.

So my little eBook Story called “Old Mans Tale.” has come to the final Furlong. and this is were I invite,
Friends or foe, to

“Dot the i’s and cross the t’s”. in the final Chapter.
Actors chosen to play the Parts, (Subject to Fee Arrangement’s)
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Richard Tindal, a British Horse race Jockey. 1920? /1980. Has found that his life has been ruined by wealthy racehorse owners’s.http://s12.bdbphotos.com/images/120×156/b/z/bznkxso6wyqszb.jpg

William Tindal Snr, Jockey Son of Richard, Dies, After falling from his Hunter. Some believe Killed. http://www.boingboing.net/images/_LamaWorkshop_CaryGrantLSD1960.jpg

William Tindal jnr, Apprentice Jockey, given the job by his grandfather Richard to get to the bottom of his fathers death, and unravel a Jockey Ring.http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSbsIKFBVoGIC9o__bSkRtn_lc4ie5pJhcbtoioiSzYXL1bc84_NA

George Leslie McHenry, Ex Jockey Head Lad. known as Scot, or Scotty, Glasgow born, joins with Richard to pursue the information, however he has been found dead half way up El Teide in Tenerife Canary Isl.http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTIkVxKhrp1XHxDO0SpMoWJvVMHqLrjopuHGb9nCp2tbk8etNdXjQ

Tammy, William jnr’s Girl Friend.http://s4.hubimg.com/u/628895_f120.jpg

Mark Oslo Tammy’s Wife/Girl beating boyfriend.http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjE2OTg1NTgzOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTMzMzc5Mw@@._V1._SY209_CR8,0,140,209_.jpg

Captain Ryun, The Horse trainer, to the stars, who part owns the training establishment, were all the main characters worked, as Jockey’s or stable staff…http://www.britmovie.co.uk/wp-content/images/people/354-Leslie-Phillips.jpg

Viz, Snr the Turkish/Cypriot Billionaire Gambling mad, businessman, 1900/1960 born in Turkey migrants to USA, then to the UK, making a fortune shipping fruit from Cyprus to England during the 2 WW’s. http://image2.findagrave.com/photos250/photos/2007/252/14620912_118945869155.jpg

Viz jnr, the oldest Son of Viz, Gambling mad owner, 1925/1985, very wealth, and part owner of the Captains Training Establishment.nr Newmarket.http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/76/Suat_G%C3%BCnsel.jpg
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The story so far…
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Richard Tindal has found himself embroiled in a massive Gambling scam, during and after WW2 and through to 1980 he believes that the culprit is Mr Viz. he says he has evidence of a 39 Jockey conspiracy to defraud, William has been killed helping his father to unravel the scam, but pass’s on the names of the jockeys, and the person he thinks murdered his son, to William junior his grand son, and gains a promise that after his death no stone will be left unturned to find the killer, and to break down the jockey ring.

Richard has died, and following his grandsons statement, in the Sporting Life, of what he intends to do with the information left, to him, William jnr is now being hunted all over the UK and is on a small a river boat using the River Seven and Avon to hide,

A small story in the Tenerife Gazette states that a man called, George Leslie McHenry body has been found in Tenerife. http://www.webtenerifeuk.co.uk/NR/rdonlyres/4B203220-DADB-4686-8A6B-56909890D233/5188/T041teideFlores1gran.jpg
Both the British Jockey Club and the Sporting Life have joined in a battle to find the TRUTH.
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The scam originally carried out in the 1930s by USA numbers genius, Otto Berman the accountant to Dutch Schultz and his numbers racket. Otto “Abbadabba” Berman (1889 – October 23, 1935), He is known for coining the phrase “Nothing personal, it is just business.”
In the 1930s Berman became the accountant for, the numbers rackets and advisor to, the Mafia, in 1935 Berman was having a meeting at the Palace Chophouse tavern in Newark, New Jersey with Schultz and gunmen Abe Landau and Lulu Rosencrantz when assassins hired by Lucky Luciano burst into the room. Berman was hit by several bullets as well as buckshot from a 12-gauge shotgun, and was the second of the four men to die. A photo of his bullet-riddled body appeared alongside a photo of Schultz undergoing surgery in the next morning’s newspaper, under the headline, “Schultz, Five Pals Shot” (in fact, only four others were shot: Berman, Landau, Rosenkrantz, and Marty Krompier, one of Schultz’s lieutenants). The accompanying article claimed that Berman was a gunman for Schultz; an angry Damon Runyon quickly submitted an editorial to the newspaper, defending Berman

Could the Otto’s plan arrive to the shores of the UK in a box of fruit…or after Bookmakers were banned.
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Best Wishes,

Cubone.

William was in a very dodgy position, every time the Jockey Club invited him, to discuss there findings, they had to leave a coded message in the Sporting Life and an arrangement would be made to meet at a race meeting convenient to all concerned,,
William was keeping a very tight schedule. So it was usually some midland racecourse.

The Club had been convinced at last that the story of a Ring was true, and had devoted a sizable amount of funding to get to the bottom of this scandal they also had a duty to protect William for if he ever, disappeared of was seriously injured, it would be the horse racing industry that would fall under the fog lights of the Sport of Kings.
They knew that it would be a terrible consequence if the Boy was ever murdered. British Parliament was already asking questions, about what was being done, about the allegations.

It was the house of Lords who were the most prevalent, in there enquirers. After all the majority of the house had some sort of link to the racing game, even if just as punters.

Still floating up and down, the seven, in relative isolation, William had begin to write the full story, and in between he had become a crack fisherman, as for a normal life for a lad of 21, in the summer months, he would move into a few of the tributaries, and loved nothing better than to join the Avon at Tewksbury, and move up towards Stratford upon Avon.
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The trip to Evesham and then Stratford, was wonderful and he felt completely safe, like a river nomad,
If any one was looking for him, they would have to be told, and only the Metropolitan special branch knew. the actual facts.

It was whilst in Shakespeare country, that he met the second female love of his life, one night in Stratford, his boat was moored outside Coxes yard, James Cox had moved his fledgling timber merchant’s business to Avon Bridge Wharf, he could never have imagined that over 160 years later visitors would be arriving at the same site to be welcomed to a family entertainment complex called Cox’s Yard.http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTW1lSYu21MVdeNwi6cWQu-sm4XcVhd4BHoAE1HcR5S9pB3F7F6

During the great Victorian boom, there would have been wharves and warehouses lining the banks of the River Avon as businesses and the local population grew. James Cox and Son supplied timber to builders in Stratford and the surrounding area and gained a great reputation for providing the finest materials for many of today’s historic buildings in Shakespeare Country.
So the new Cox’s Yard was a central part of life of the town, and Entertainment on the river.

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.Having fastening his boat, for the night, he had enough confidence after listening to the start of a Karaoke contest, to join in, after he had watched the enjoyment, and consuming a little more than his usual, ale, it was his turn, his rendition of ,Every time You Go Away”. by Paul Young brought the house down, it also gave him a chance to meet and drink with a women of similar age who was one of the competitors, singing The Sea Of Love”. a song made famous by the .Honey drippers this was the very first time he had enjoyed himself, since the last Firework party in 1980…forgetting of course his St Leger day, and Doncaster win. but that was business.

Tammy a girl with a broad Geordie accent, had a personality that was pure entertainment, in three hours, the pair rocked the Yard,, William was made aware that she was in Shakespeare country to escape a violent husband, she had a part time employment at the Black Swan, in the high street.
By the end of the night they arranged to meet again Tammy was impressed of possible a trip. up and down the Avon/Seven, she claimed she always wanted to live in a boat, It was sad, that less wonderful times, had to be discussed on both sides,
William, the death of his father and grand father, whilst he was so young, and her black days of a marriage failure, after the birth of two children,

Things could only get worse when she explained how she had lost the kids to a care home after the abusive, nature of her relationship, with Mark her husband,,

“Don’t let us spoil the night talking about the bad things, let is have some good days whilst we can”,

William was in love, during the first week of there relationship. The affection on both sides was clear, to any observer, they were forever holding hands, even joining in singing sessions at the Coxes, and nothing could upset, this fledgling relationship,
William was having strong thoughts about his future, should he be placing his new love, under the spot light of threats, and danger, what would his grandfather say, if he was told that William was having doubts about his role in the Jockeys Ring. Scandal.

William was so smitten that his boat was a permanent site, moored just a few yards, from the bridge,

One night, after they had over enjoyed themselves now fast asleep. In the lower bunk.. there was an almighty, noise, William was awoken at once he replaced his genes, and a Coxes Rock top, began to gaze out of the small window towards the tow path he saw the body of well honed fitness freak, with arms like ,Popeye, William had been fearing this type of attack and was ready to front it head on..

By now Tammy had joined him and looked towards the danger,,

Mark….

William had always been a quick thinker during the two real serious horse-races, at Doncaster he had thought, on his feet, or in those cases his back side; he had been quick to change to attack.

The word Mark, changed the fear of real villains, probably tried and tested as far back as the USA in Prohibition times, to that of a lesser worry, a street fighter, probably half pissed and from Newcastle.

Were Williams hand had reached out to under his bed, for a tool? or even into the box given him by his operative at London’s Met, , a Pistol.

Running out of the small bed room, he arrived at the same time the Geordie appeared, head to head, in an almighty crash.. ,

Unfortunately for the Geordie, although he may have toyed with the thought of being a cage fighter, at one time, his opponent, had been awaiting such a challenge, from a very serious combatant, someone who was doing it for money
William on the other had spent, two weeks with real fighters, experts on how to protect yourself,,

William was coiled up, head first so that they would meet like Bulls, the one was moving forward with head lowered the other, at the last moment, released his body like a spring with his head, catching Mark right under the chin, and carried on upwards, as the Geordies head opened up to reveal his Addams apple, William threw a straight right, into the area of neck, soft and fleshy, ,
The professional Jockey may have only been a small thin boy in 1980. But since then he had eaten like a heavy weight, and still only 5 ft 6 inch, he looked like a mini heavy weight, on the other hand Mark, a 5 ft 10 inch, labourer, had no chance, standing in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He was out to the world gagging and choking like a WW1, veteran, at Ypres, who had unfortunately run into his own battalions Gas,

There is no doubt that fear can make a person do extraordinary things, this was one such case, William had stayed up at night alone listening out for any minor noise, a fox, even a bat, losing his way, and crashing into the boats window pain, or even a moth, tip tapping on the same window,

He had been ready, since the day his letter arrived at The Jockey Clubs office.
Whilst walking back into the bedroom to see that Tammy was alright, he must have forgotten the old American saying “Never give a sucker an equal Chance” for the man had recovered,

This time he had run and jumped away from the boat, took off, like a scalded cat, over the bridge towards the town center..In fact he had run straight in to an Austin mini. And P, C, W, Giles,
William and Tammy had got themselves ready for a probable new attack, and William was all geared up for it with a baseball bat. At the ready…

Not a good thing to be carrying with you when the Stratford upon Avon, constable, shone his powerful light, onto the boat.

“You are under Arrest”

For the next two hours, The P.C and his Sergeant carried out an examination, in depth, listening to all the facts. There was one thing that tilted the evidence in the favour of Mark and that was Williams Pistol…http://www.bbgunworld.com/store/usrimage/daisy-45.jpg

Why on earth you will say did he need a pistol. Well the Metropolitan police, thought the may,

The conversation, to the Birmingham CID, was like a film script for “The Don” http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBUBKJtCu0ywUXzCUbxqIa4P0fmMUz8hTYZ_fQzz7EiRkH4fA5

Guns, Gambling, Mafia, Organised criminals, death threats, Horse racing, all part of the notes taken by
P.C Giles, this was something a little out of Stratford’s, league.dont you think,

William had to be locked up. all though they found him the same room as Mandy Rice Davies, during a speeding and drinking charge,. Although, P.C. Giles Inspector will claim to this day they he only brought her in to watch he blow on the apparatus.

Like evidence of a crime all cases find there way into a news papers head office very quickly, and this case was no different.
The Birmingham Post and Mail. the nearest major town, less than 25 miles away, were interested in the possibility that a young Mafioso, had found his way from a Sicilian beech, to a Stratford river,.bank..
The next morning there were 20 news reporters, as William Tindle pleaded not guilty, to a charge of attempted murder? And although 10 were locked out, two members of the Sporting Life, team, had quickly realized that Tindle was the same guy who had made the accusations against, a Jockey Ring,,, 6 months before and had disappeared.
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They wasted no time in there bold headline yet again a little over the top..

“Ex Stable Boy, in Jockey’s Ring, charged with attempted murder at Stratford upon Avon”

How fortunate it was that the local race meeting at Stratford was on that day for the Archie Scott Memorial Chase, was one of the racecourses big days,
The little court house, that held no more than 20 at best was holding a mafia leader

That night the number of Karaoke singers in the weekly competition, had to be divided into two groups, but non as good as William and his, Everytime You Go Away”. By Paul Young,http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/35189603/Paul+Young+youngpaul.jpg

Chapter 7,

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Derick the Postman, had to sit, his carbuncle was killing him. he had done this round of Old Holborn since the 70s and had never been beaten, before, he hoped that the sender of this great parcel. was grateful.
Another sterling effort and the Books were in Lord Hartingtons Jockey Club, In tray. why they had given the new adviser,the job of reading books from some obvious crack pot was beyond him,

The first volume was headed 1940/1960 so it was obviously diary, only in name, it would have been best described as large note book,,the others were from 1960 to the present day 1985.

Jumping from day one to the end, Hartington, saw that at least it contained a letter, perhaps of condolence, he whispered, as he was the only person in his office, he called for back up.

Dear Sir,
Please find enclosed, a secret report, that was given to me by the famous Newmarket jockey, Richard Tindle. my grandfather.who died in 1980.

In his last will and testament along with the documentation he asked that I bring a very important issue to the door of the British Horse racing Authority The Jockey Club.

The gist of my letter is that during 2 decades, there has been a Jockey Ring, operating on the majority of our British racecourses..
This ring is part of a conspiracy to defraud the British public who funds the sport through his gambling, on horse racing,

Books 1 to 5, contain every jockey/horse/meeting were the conspiracy took place, also the betting prices, of the transactions,
I have the evidence that proves that one person, or family, has organised, the “Ring effectively using
a discreet method of payment, based upon the jockeys ability, and through a standing order monthly into there personnel banking systems.

What makes the scheme so unique is that the jockeys were introduced from an early age as soon as they become successful, and the standing orders, were introduced without the receiver knowing who had sent the money, as you may not be aware many riders receive money, from punters, usually known to them but this system, has proven to be very effective, but if ever you found out about the scheme, and its implications, to honesty, the riders would more then likely be warned off, this therefore was the blackmailing opportunity that was created, that the jockeys found they could not escape.

Who would challenge, vigorously an amount paid into his account, monthly and those who did through there advisers found it was from the Cayman islands, with no document to prove what account it had come from,
In the last 12 months, 39 Jockeys have been riding to instructions, and 30 refused to be coerced into doing so. as for those who refused to play ball. they were threatened, with the information, being sent to News papers or even this Club, not to be to sensational I believe that at least 3 riders have been murdered. one my father also a jockey, William Tindle snr.
There full names of the jockeys involved and the stables they rode for, is included. in schedule 2.

Any further evidence you may require do not hesitate to telephone or write to me in due coarse.

I remain yours faithfully

William Tindle.jnr.

“Well said Hartington”
I agree this is a letter from a crack pot…

A copy of the letter was also sent to Club members, and the security adviser who was called to his office.. Urgently.

Not one person on the committee believed the letter was genuine, and was indeed some sort of crank but there was a process that had to be carried out.

Fortunately for racing, the security division were not so, gullible with those who had been reared, choking on massive silver ladles

The Jockey Clubs, power to ignore the mail on the grounds that it would be bad publicity, for the industry was taken out of there hands, when the following morning a 2 inch Headline, spread from side to side of the Sporting Life page one.

“39 Top Riders in Giant Gambling Scam,”
When William saw the headlines, he gulped before answering his front door,
There outside was 5 Newspaper reporters and 1 Photographer.

If this is what the Jockey Club called secretive, then how on earth did we win the war. for 75% of the Club were sons of WW2 hero.s.

Slamming the door to, without a word William demanded from the safety of his kitchen window that they should all leave his premises. at once..

In for a penny in for a £1. William showed massive grit and determination, the same that his grandfather had shown in his day, and the type that caused his father death.
Escaping round the back of his mock farm house, he drove his car, into the center of London, he had a meeting with the Crown Prosecution Service,

The private prosecution is a prosecution started by a private individual who is not acting on behalf of the police or any other prosecuting authority or body which conducts prosecutions.

The right to bring private prosecutions is preserved by section 6(1) Prosecution of Offences Act, 1985 (Archbold 1 - 332). There are, however, some controls:

the DPP has power under section 6(2) Prosecution of Offences Act 1985 to take over private prosecutions;
in some cases, the private prosecutor must seek the consent of the Attorney General or of the DPP before the commencement of proceedings.
In principle, there is nothing wrong in allowing a private prosecution to run its course through to verdict and, in appropriate cases, sentence. The fact that a private prosecution succeeds is not an indication that the case should have been prosecuted by the CPS. Parliament has specifically allowed for this possibility by the way section 6 is constructed: there is no requirement for the CPS to take over a private prosecution.
The CPS has completed a year long project to revise and improve the accessibility of our Legal Guidance and we hope that you will welcome the changes.

Within a few minutes the CPS offered William a printed reply.
Legal Guidance is core to the decision making of the CPS and in making the guidance publicly available, we underline our commitment to open and transparent decision making. We will strive to keep apace of changes in the law and procedure and will regularly update Legal Guidance.

For the next three months, William was locked away in his home, refusing to answer the telephone,
The police at Scotland yard, had offered him advice
Threats to Life, Serious Injury & Property
This policy aims to ensure that all threats to people and property that the Force becomes aware of are properly considered and that all threats, particularly threats to life, receive an appropriate police response.

The problem was that all sections of authority, did not know what to do first.
It was Micheal ????? QC, who sent him on a river boat along the River Seven,
Armed only with a pike rod, and lure. to keep himself from getting bored.

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Still the inquiry, began to tread water, it was a theft, from the CPS offices, of a wooden instrument, that had been lodged by William with the legal authority, that forced William to agree that his attempt to find his father murderer had been lii-thought out.

But it was the fire, and destruction, at his grandfathers home, that caused the 21 year old to bolt. were to, I am not prepared to say.
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Chapter 6,

Following the death of Jack Tindle, an early 20th century horse race jockey,
His grandson, had been left a box of diary’s, showing the boy, that horse racing in Great Britain was not what it seemed, and that there was a Jockeys Ring, were 39 of the sports, riders, were being told when to win, or most importantly when not to Win.

For many years he attempted to break the strange hold that the villains held over him, and his fellow riders, the cleverness of scheme was that many of the horses that they were told must not win, were horses that couldn’t win in the first place,

For a young jockey to be told not to win, on a horse that was useless, was a dream ticket for an impoverished rider, an amount of money, would be paid into the riders accounts and after a long period of time, he would get used to the extra revenue, however now and again he would be riding a horse with a favourites chance, and when he was told this one must not win, caused a dilemma,
If he refused, the organizer’s, had enough evidence over 12 months or even more, he had been party to a conspiracy already. this would result in the jockey losing his riding licence, it was much better to do as he was told, after all he would not be called upon, no more than a dozen times a year,,

What was so clever about the scheme was that with 39 of the bead and butter jockeys, in the Jockeys Ring, non of them knew the other one’s involved, and from time to time , a race would take place were 90% of the riders, were all doing as told,
These races would open a golden opportunity, of massive winnings, for the planners.

During the period, 1940 to 1955 the horse racing industry, in Great Britain, was grid locked, into Submission
A further, point that made it all so clever was that the top 5/6 riders, and certainly champions were never involved, it was this that allowed the scam to last so long.

The son of Tindle was also a jockey. But one who refused to join the pact, one evening when he was riding back home from a HUNT, he fell heavily, breaking both his legs, and in the process, he received a
Injury to the base of his skull. This caused his death,
The police and coroner gave a verdict, of Accidental death, his father. Did not believe this and was adamant that it was his son’s refusal. To be coerced, that caused his MURDER.

After the old man died, it was the documentation, he left and a promise he had received from his grand son, to carry on his fight for redemption, against those who had instigated his families, misfortune,,

William Tindal had picked up the family batten, and although in his tater teens, was man enough, to carry out what had become his Duty.

What he dint know was the full extent of the Ring, and although the Diaries, held the names, races, prices, of every member of the group, he was not a gambler himself, he needed a partner, what better than, a jockey, head lad, who had gambled all his life, knew many of the Jockeys involved and had just lost his 15 year old job, as the head lad, in a well known and popular training establishment…

William had decided to have a gap year, from race riding, after all his grand father had left him with a substantial, amount of cash and property,
He would seek out who the murders were and there involvement, in the betting scam,

Scot the gambler would examine all the evidence to prove how big the scandal was… And how should it be reported and disbanded.

Scot…

William…
Began by following the family Viz, through there history, from Turkey to USA and then on to Britain.
And how such a religious group, trading in fruit and veg, from Cyprus, to New York, and back, and finally Cyprus to London, through, a turbulent period of the 2 world wars, and the great deprecation. Until finally they had become very wealthy, and much respected, British citizens,
Like many Turk/Cypriots, lurking within, was a love of gambling. And the planning of gambling control.

If the diaries were to be believed, The Viz family organised the British jockey scam, from 1925 to 1955,
Using strong arm tactics, even black mailing jockeys, with the age old threat, that there was a Mafia influence for any one who refused to play ball…

With this evidence William set on a plan, to see how what the truth was.

He soon knew that the family Viz, and a Jewish uncle had upped there camp and emigrated to New York, and opened up a Coffee house, this became a popular venue for the Italian, gangsters of the period, and Uncle Sol. carried out a policy bank. For the numbers rackets, here he befriended an Accountant, Otto “Abbadabba” Berman, working within organized crime. He is known for coining the phrase “Nothing personal, it’s just business.”
Otto loved there Coffee and would spend hours disusing, there joint love of horse racing or the Ponies,
Best described, in America,

So with the Turkish/Jewish brains, for trickery, it wasn’t very long before Jockeys and Jockey information, raised its head, Otto was adamant that a Jockey Ring could be set up, that with his numbers ability, could be turned into a massive money making machine..

Some of the family went on to Britain and the growth of a brilliant Fruit and Veg Importation business

To explain the influence of Otto, with the early family,
Berman, a genius, who could zoom, calculate games of chance 40 years before card counters,
The Numbers game, also known as a numbers racket, policy racket or Italian lottery, is an illegal lottery played mostly in poor neighbourhoods in the United States, wherein a bettor attempts to pick three or four digits to match those that will be randomly drawn the following day. The gambler places his or her bet with a bookie at a tavern, or other semi-private place that acts as a betting parlour. A runner carries the money and betting slips between the betting parlours and the headquarters, called a numbers bank or policy bank. The name “policy” is from a similarity to cheap insurance, both seen as a gamble on the future.

had been an accountant, working for the leader of the numbers racket, Dutch Schultz (born Arthur Flegenheimer; was a New York City-area Jewish American gangster of the 1920s and 1930s who made his fortune in organized crime-related activities such as bootlegging alcohol and the numbers racket.
Schultz, was no genius but certainly knew one, his name was, Otto Biederman, known as Otto “Abbadabba” Berman, an accountant for American organized crime. He is known for coining the phrase “Nothing personal, it’s just business.”
He was also the brains behind, Dutch Schultz. The King of Policy (Numbers)

A Phrase NITTO OTTO. (Don’t get caught) spread to race courses here, but at the time, the players, in the numbers game, distrusted many of the idea to create a NUMBER, Bookmakers used all sorts, the majority, fraudulent, for the Numbers game to go as big as Otto predicted, they had to have an official. And acceptable, Number, that everyone could trust, When they began using the Tote returns from New York Racetracks, the public perception that his was honest, created a massive increase in turnover,,
Otto Berman, found that by betting heavily on certain races he could change the Win, Place and Show numbers that determine the winning lottery number. This altered the bottom line by ten percent extra to the Mob.
Berman was born in New York City. At age fifteen, He became an accountant, well known for his ability to figure complex mathematical equations and algebraic expressions in a matter of seconds, without the use of paper or pen. A member of the New York nightlife,
In the 1930s Berman became the accountant for, and advisor to, gangster Dutch Schultz. In 1935 Berman was having a meeting at the Palace Chophouse tavern in Newark, New Jersey with Schultz and gunmen Abe Landau and Lulu Rosenkrantz when assassins hired by Lucky Luciano burst into the room. Berman was hit by several bullets as well as buckshot from a 12-gauge shotgun, and was the second of the four men to die. A photo of his bullet-riddled body appeared alongside a photo of Schultz undergoing surgery in the next morning’s newspaper, under the headline, “Schultz, Five Pals Shot” (in fact, only four others were shot: Berman, Landau, Rosenkrantz, and Marty Krompier, one of Schultz’s lieutenants). The accompanying article claimed that Berman was a gunman which is not the truth.

What was the link between Otto and his plans for a New York Jockey Ring and the one created just after in New market, As I have no evidence, of what took place in America, The diary’s do show that The Otto Plan, found its way, here,

The Holy grail of gambling, was passed on, in the form of 5 Stiff backed Diary’s, with the heading,
Compliance in the Sport of Kings.

If Waddington’s the publisher of card and board games in the United Kingdom. had been given the information, contained in these Diary’s, they would have set in motion, urgent meetings, to pursue, the importance of getting it to the public game players at once regardless of the cost…The House of Games, would have made it the game of the century.
How could an industry involving hundreds of professional Trainers, Jockeys, over seen by many greats in the Jockey Club, seeking a fair control on behalf of the millions of general public who wish to play the game. Fail to do so…

It was clear that William had found a direct link; to a much bigger crime syndicate. That would have no hesitation in eliminating him. If one of there star, earners was under threat,

However William had made a promise, one that that had to be fulfilled, in his quest for justice.

On the other hand, Scot had been given the very thing that he and millions of gamblers dreamed, the Holiest of Grail, a guaranteed winning System,,,
So it was Scot, who worked out a plan of action, every day he had all 39 jockeys, pen marked, in there position in the days programs. He would calculate how many, runners were left as possible winners, he would then, lay out his money according to the opportunity.

Although there was no one to fund him, it was up to him to steadily build a winning float, over time, at present he had £15,000 in less than 4 weeks, buts he also knew that at anytime there could be an exposure, and it would look bad, on his own betting activity, there would be those who would blame the two for the scam. After all the question would be raised why didn’t you raise the alarm?

William had gone into his shell. not being fully convinced that he should put his own life on the lines, his father I am sure would not have wanted him to do so but he was a little like his grandfather, and steely.
There was only one thing to do and that was bring the whole pack of cards down, root and branch,

They arranged a further meeting, as an update on were they both stood,

Even though it had only been 6 months, when the Diary’s were given to Scot, William needed convincing that what he was doing was legitimate.

As Scot walked into the room, it was clear something was up,
Although William had a written response to how his part of the inquiry was going,
He liked Scot a lot so passed the batten on to the man, and allowed him to speak first….

William since you were last in this room, there has been a massive turn around, in fortune,

William still less than 20, and not yet a man, instead of allowing a full explanation, he dived straight in

“You have lost your money I told you would”

No William I certainly haven’t lost my money,
I have found it very difficult to get my bets on, the scam being to big for the industry itself,
The Bookmakers have cottoned on to the scam, and have notified the Jockey Club,

“Well what will you do now”,?

I intend to carry out the biggest, single betting scam since the Gay Future affair, in 1973.I don’t care if it takes 6 months waiting for the best opportunity, it will come when not expected. And I am ready for it..

I will not have any more bets until the opportunity is there, having built a sizable stake, I keep my powder dry but will then go for the industry’s throat.

“I wish you well Scot”,

William took centre court, “As for my evidence. I am not convinced of the involvement in organised crime, in this country,
I feel that it is a part of a clever plan, first dreamed up in New York, and exported to England, were a family of gamblers, who owned many horses and knew many jockeys, created a very profitable plan,, it is just a coincident that this gambling syndicate, used the threat of a higher force, to get money that they believed was rightfully there’s.
It is not the first time that someone who was owed money used the threat that they were friends of friends who would enforce the payment. Without actually having the influence to do it….

As for the murder I am of the belief that it was one rouge, element, not a relation of the Viz family,
Who I believe will be dropped. When evidence of his crime is produced.

As for the jockeys Ring, it will take 12 months before it is broken. So I advise you to make you fortune as quick as you can…

It was clear that the two were now fighting there own corner, before the show down,
William had his grandfather’s map. that he was convinced were the murder weapon, was it was a mettle pole, 6 feet long, that had been plunged into the water, after his fathers attack, he wasn’t sure how the pole had entered had it fallen along the bottom if so he would have to go to the bottom himself,
With planning permission for an overall. Of the Captains establishment, now granted time was of the element,

He would have to go and look, and if he had to climb into the barrel.
That week end, a little after midnight, William climbed the outer wall. And approached the area, were the barrel. Had existed for over 150 years, he climbed in to the barrel. And at 5ft 6 inch he was on his top toes and had barely reached the floor, Taking an almighty breath, and closing his eyes tightly he reached for the bottom. Although he had not been counting, it must have been 20 seconds when he had to come back up.
Gulping for air, there was an immediate noise, from the main house a light came on,
Stuffy the stable pet had been woken by Williams cry The Labrador had dashed out towards the Barrel like some Woolf chasing an injured hyena,

Standing in the water up to his chin William must have looked a very strange site,
The dog stopped dead in his tracks, when he heard the word, “Stuffy,”
William and the pet had always been friends, and the dog had been satisfied, that all was well, even though the ex stable boy feared he was about to be discovered.
It would have been a very odd sight, with a large dog, wagging his tale and licking the hand of a young man standing up to his neck, in a large water bucket.

A cry for the dog to return to the house, was sufficient, to allow William, to continue. ,

Fortunately the 3 deg,under freezing, convinced the dog he had finalized his duty as guard. And flew through the dog flap into the warm kitchen, followed by the bedroom lights, extinction..

There was one more attempt by William if that one failed it was back to the drawing board,

A further gulp this time he actually dived into the water, and ran his fingers along the bottom, with 20 seconds gone he was just about to emerge.

A longish, wooden pole was firmly in his hand as he came to the top, disappointed that this was nothing to do with his father death, he raised it to his eye level. just about to throw it back in, when he saw the bottom, portion it was a wood and brass contraption, similar to one used for opening school windows, however it was not a long mettle post, described by his granddad. It wasn’t even long,
There was no need to try again he had no breath in him, any way, he scurried to his car, and placed the pole on the back seat.,

As soon as he arrived back at his grandfather old home he ran into the kitchen,

This was no dangerous weapon, and certainly would not have been the deadly instrument that caused his fathers death.

That was until he looked at the base, not only was the brass a firm part of the 2 ft pole. It had been sharpened to make it a killing tool. It was then that the boy became sick, throwing up. all over the kitchen table, he had to go outside, there stuck to the poles end was a piece of wood or plastic, and half glance, made him look away at once, he realized it was not plastic or wood it was Skull and Bone, covered by human hair,

Wrapped in plastic and cello taped, it was delivered to his solicitors office for protection, 3 weeks later and the arrival of a heavy duty, machinery, at the stable, William could see how lucky he had been, in removing the deadly weapon, fore one of the first area’s to be cleared was the winning post and the concrete water barrel.
The Captain gave a local newspaper a report on the changes by sayings, this barrel, has been there for as long as they trained horse on the site, in 1820,
Having won the Epsom Derby in Victorians day, you can imagine the things that this Barrel has witnessed,

As for Scot he was getting bored, watching all the days racing, waiting for his golden opportunity, day after day, 2/3 riders, were united in mini scams, every one of them had made money but Scot was being ultra careful. He was no longer being watched by the industry watch dogs,

It was in early April the first day of the Chester Cup meeting the oldest racecourse in the land, all three top Bookmakers were betting anti post, on the big events mainly the famous “CUP” but also on the less famous Cheshire Vase. This race for fillies, and a precursor to the Epsom Oaks,

He looked at the runners on the list, and entered the jockeys chosen to ride; his mouth became dry, like someone ticking off the football draw selections on his pool coupon,
One , two, three, four, five, six, seven, Bingo, the 7 runners in the eight runner race, were allotted for *C Riders. He almost ran straight out of the door to start his enormous gamble, there and then, for it did not require the brains of a Sir Winston Churchill. To see this was the race of a life time,
When he noticed that Len Hayden was the only rider not on the list, and his runner was at the wonderful price of 10/1.he had to have a drink, luckily, his strong will made sure it was only coffee.

During the many years in the horse racing industry, Scot had friends all over the country, many who supported his tipping line, before his return, to the saddle,

Many had asked what had become of him, not knowing of his work with The Captain,

50 in total he had this sleeping giant, a group of trusting agents, all set up for such a gamble…
4 hours telephoning, arranging his plan, he was ready.

From 9.0 on the Saturday morning, prior to Chester Week, he began, the agency set in motion, Followed by a later time when the High Street betting shops opened, there were people all over the country, carrying out Scots instructions, not only Win but Each way, this was the gamble of the Century, if it worked Scot knew he would never have to place a wager ever again.

On the telephone, or in the high street, it mattered not; they were even given a little laxity as to what price to take, 10/1 but not less than 8…

By Tuesday morning .the selection was down to 11/2. Wednesday 4/1 when the betting rings at the track commenced tick tacks all over the course was showing 5/2, T, V, coverage .reported the moves as the biggest gambles since the war…
What should be remembered is that Mr Viz would also be plunging up to his neck.
In all Scotty and his group, placed over £50,000 Win and the majority a place,

It was a little mention, in the Sun that Haydon, had been riding with an injured knee, and may have to miss the festival meeting, fortunately, for the health of the Glaswegian, he never noticed it until a reserve was mentioned, the reserve, on his C list, this would mean that in the history of horse-racing through out life, this would be the first time that a race was about to take place with no one trying to win,
That story however was soon, scoffed, and all the riders, planned would arrive at the post and on time…

It was a perfectly organised coup. There were many other horses obviously fancied by the connections
Only the fact that there riders name was on the C list, that caused Scotty to smile.
The event was first run in 1950, and from 1971 to 1985 it held Group 3 status. It served as a trial for the Epsom Oaks. This was about to go into the history books, alongside, the many scams of the past, but nothing so outrageous.

With the jockey’s having been given the green light, the race was underway, normally a race evolves when the riders make there play, leaders lead, hold up horses are held up, in this case every one of the eight were being help up the pace was atrocious, in fact after 2 furlongs the stand had irrupted with booing,
Some one had to go on; otherwise the race could have been called void,
It was then that Haydon took up the running,

As they approached the very tight bend and a 250 yard run in, any thing in front would be difficult to peg back, Len’s bum was in the air, and looking for any competition by a glance between his legs,
A cry roared across the roodeye.but this a little more than the usual sound for a popular win,

The next 7 days was taken up by the collection, less than 1% was lost by a few new agents, who had not been rightly examined, but still Scotty cleared over £350,000.
He was to be on the first plane to Tenerife, were he lived like a lord along with many other thief’s, who loved to gamble..

Once again, the leading Bookmakers began to squeal. Mentioning for all to read that they as a group had lost over £5 million, I can only assume most of that finished in a very hot, destination. A little further away than Spain.

William received a letter, not gloating “just
“I have now retired yours faithfully
The Scot.

The ball was now in the hands of William, all alone, he had to take Mr Viz on, scared stiff, of what may happen, he first approached a top barrister, who created his own in house, legal team they had to be convinced that a case was justified, if not the firm would lose face.

The Police had to be notified first…
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The questions that William required answering were.
Who is responsible for deciding to charge a suspect with a crime? Obviously the police had to be notified.
They would want to know what actually happened
Who was responsible?
And the evidence for such a charge

Within hours of the police being notified, all the major News papers were carrying out a page one exposure into The Viz Organisation,

The Sporting Life however had carried with a headline.

“Major Inquiry into the Cheshire Oaks,”

“Betting Charges for Corruption, has landed on the kitchen floor of one of the oldest racing Establishment. In England.” Captain Ryun,”

At the end of the first week, only Spanish readers would have known that George Leslie McHenry, known as “Scotty” had died, in a freak accident, his body found high up Mont Teide. A police report to follow.

If William was scared when his Grandfather told him about organised crime, and that he would be his father’s son, if he challenged someone with murder. Then he must have been petrified by now.

When he received the facts about Scots death, he shit himself,

Chapter 5.

It took William 2 weeks to come down out of the clouds; he had become a local star, people in the street, stopping him for an autograph, even the attractive women that Newmarket was well known for, seemed to ear mark him, “Would you like a Coffee William” it was beginning to go to his head.
With the cash given to him by, Mr Viz, and even £100 from Scotty, he could afford to up his fashion style. no more, brown and black trousers, of thick wool, but stylish suites, from Naylor and Rice the great tailor, they even gave him his first freebie, of suite, shirt, overcoat and shoes, this was all a new world and after only one winner. What ever would happen if he followed his Granddad and rode 50 a season?

But he still had a job to do, his two horses had to be fed cleaned, polished, and then trailed according to the Captains wishes,
The Mare had been given a retirement, she had proven to one and all she did have ability, although she was a little sod However it was not very long before William was becoming despondent, were was the back up ride’s he was promised, he had been plucked by eagles, flying the sky, and was now back in the pig slush, scurrying about seeking droppings’

At first The Captain mentioned that a well known trainer from Brighton who loved to take the early handicap, races like the Lincoln now being run at Doncaster, the venue of William’s triumph, and the Chester Cup,
Could he speak to William, about him riding there selection… but nothing had been heard since..
William was becoming angry,

If that sounded melodramatic that was how William felt. it was even worse than when he was waiting for his first ride, for at least he hadn’t tasted the glory then it was only a dream, but now he knew what it was like, to ride a winner and wanted more.

The crunch came when it was obvious, no one was asking for his autograph any more just a friendly nod, he even overheard a conversation, of “What ever happened to William Tindle”

All this time his grandfather Dick had been boosting his confidence, with a “Keep going William, it always goes, Slow, Quick, Slow, before it takes off”

William wasn’t so sure neither was his girl friend who had packed up and deserted ship, finding that a much older and tall, window cleaner, was a better option.
All on his own, the boy began to drift in with the wrong crowds, known as the Jockey Set.
Expensive Booze Cheap women and class C drugs.

It was a not unexpected disaster in the family that brought it all into perspective, and probably saved the boys life.

Dick the family lion heart, had a stroke they couldn’t say it was a surprise after all he was old not in particular age but certainly in body. It was as if he had always carried the stress of the world. On his shoulders,
At first it looked fatal although he was fighting back; he had even started to mumble using his finger, in a sort of deaf and dumb, language, a jamacan nurse who treated every one of her patients very well loved our Dick who had plucked her heart strings about the same age, perhaps she thought there could be a romance if he survived, she could under stand any one in a hospital having panic attacks, but when ever Dick came round a little there was only one word on his lips, William, please get me William.

A trip to the hospital. to see Dick, was a twice a weekly event, at first just watching the old man die, was heart wrenching, but the day his mother turned up with a new “Boyfriend” was the pits, The Tindal’s had always been a small close knit family, from top Dick to the bottom William, and his mother in between, they had now become just two ships in the night, mother and son, and the head of the family about to sink.

Even at 45, every one deserves there own life and Widow Mary was striking out on her own,
An ex Solder, also widowed was perfect for the mother, she had always disliked horse racing but when Williams father her husband had died, that dislike become hate,
A life in Scotland, as the wife of a retired Guardsman, was a wonderful dream, and there was no, part in the script for her son.

So it was this trip to see Dick that would be more important than, any other, for after his father had died it was Dick who becomes Williams father and mentor. And was needed now more than ever.

William had been given a day off, from the stable, The captain’s excuse was he had become a little stale, this of course was the opposite, to his “Call” when he had been given his first ride on Roman Hack, less than 4 weeks before..

“Good Morning Nurse, how is the Patient, Nurse Wilma Shakespeare, had been upset her eyes red and raw, “Your Grandfather is about to meat his maker William, he woke last night for a short while, and I have written down what he said,, it was only for your ear’s

William was given a small note on the hospitals letter head,

Dear William, when I have gone, I want you to go and see Mr Silver of Silver, Head and Wilberforce. they are my legal advisers, who are handling all my wishes, all that I possess is to be given to you, so you will be a relatively wealthy young man, your mother has been provided for during her life time. And requires no more,
But you are the only person who can allow me to pass over content, and that contentment is that you will gain revenge for my Favourite, your father, It will not be easy .for you to do what I want, but there is something I see in you William that I trust and will rely upon. .

The rest of the note was running, were the ink had come into contact with tears, Wilma was one of those lovely Nurse’s that are no longer about, one who actually get’s upset to lose a patient. Who would cry watching the news on T.V. but it looked as if she had obliterated, the final wishes,
But you could just make out, the word,
Diaries, 1945 to 1960.,
“Your Grandfather has died in piece William,” may I read a poem, for you,
William would have found it disrespectful, to have said No, so he had to listen to a 10 minute rendition, The end of a massively brave man, William was asked if he would like to take the mans rings, and gold watch, as he had been marked as the deceased next of kin,
It was Williams turn to take over he was the only active Tindle left, for his mother had moved into the Scottish hills, in retirement, his mind was whirling between the sadness of Dicks death and the duty that he owed to all his loved ones. Was he man enough to take it on?

During the next 10 days he berried his mentor, Richard Tindle. Next to William his son, he was pleased that his mother was in attendance, but not with Mr Viz and his wife. Sara,
The family wake was as you would expect, a racing type affair, for Dick had made many friends in Newmarket, during his 69 years, and had in the main, a good life that was until his son’s death this had been the end, he may as well have died himself, at the same time,

At the funeral. Mr Silver the solicitor, in charge of Dick’s estate, requested that William attend the reading of Dicks will. .
With only William there it was a sad type of affair; Mr Silver was very kind to William explaining all the relevant details,
There is no requirement to actually read Richards Will out loud, every thing that he possessed is your, I will pay all the relevant tax,s her is the official document of everything your grandfather owned,

But he did, make a very important wish and that was that I made sure you got his Diaries and a written document, that he stated was most important that they are given you by hand,,,

In all the last Will of Richard Tindle took less than 15 minutes, and he had become a relativity wealthy young man, with over a 1/4 of a million pound sterling and a lovely, house, William was shocked and amazed he and his mother had discussed on several occasions, about her fathers wealth, but had never mentioned the amounts of wealth he had left William.

That night, he sat down in his flat deserted, and lonely, William began to read Dicks Life Story.
None of the school day, nonsense it actually commenced, when Dick was 25, already married, and with one bay son,

It started explaining his success, in the world of horse racing, and the day that a Mr Viz arrived at the stable were Richard was bound on contract,
Mr Viz was an Asian businessman who had a home in Cambridgeshire, he had made an offer to finance the whole of the old training establishments, run by Captain Rynn, the son of a very senior trainer who had now died, he had been left the stud and farm but no money and so he had struggled to make it all fit, Richard Tindle had been part of the stable as head jockey under his father and now had joined the Captain. In the same role.

During the next few years the stable had great success, but Richard was always, worried that Mr Viz, was a little to pushy, wanting a gambling coup every other week, once a year was not enough,
The pressure on Richard gaining momentum,

In 1948. Richard, found a standing order, in his account, he assumed that it was a further gift, from the owner, for the success of the past, his accountant thought nothing of it, and paid the usual tax’s on the gift,

During an Ascot festival. he was in the Viz box, high in the stand, when Richard was asked what he thought about, the stables chance of winning Thursdays Gold Cup. There runner was evens favourite having won 5 races on the trot.

When Richard declared it was a certainty, and advised his biggest bet,
Mr Viz said,,
“Right then Richard, I want you to, stop the horse from winning it is most important that you do this”

Shocked an angry, Richard made a profound statement,

“In the past, I have ridden your horse that could not win, for one reason or the other, either lame, or you wanted them brought on steadily, but we have never stopped a horse when it was at its peak that is criminal. And I will not be part of it,”

“You will not be part of it, I tell you what you do in this stable and I am telling you that the horse must not win”
It was then that an angry Richard mentioned asking the Jockey Club to arbitrate in the dispute

If they had not been in full view of the Royal Box, and 50 thousand race goers, Richard was sure that Mr Viz would have cut his throat, for a knife was actually produced,

Richard walked out of the stand and drove home, alone,
That night two men arrived at his house and demanded that his wife and child be sent away for a few hours, and this was arranged,

The two men were Mr A Viz, and his solicitor, a Mr Gold.

The conversation began harmlessly enough, before Mr Viz stamped his authority, with a document, signed by Richard as to his role in the training establishment,
All the usual legal jargon about riding all the horses in the yard and not riding any other horse with out the Viz backing,
It then went on to say about the standing order payable into the riders account for special’s including horses not to win,

Richard would never have signed such a document, this was a confidence trick, and fraud, and he wanted none of it.

The solicitor then spoke about a water tight contract, with proof that he had banked the cash alright and did he intend paying it back. Before he had chance to give that some thought,

Viz commenced again

Richard we are not some bit organisation, it is best that you are told who we are, an organisation that have 35 racecourse Jockeys on our Books, all with the same contract as you, we pay massive bonus when ever you ride a winner that we have backed heavily. And part of the contracts that you never win with a horse not backed unless we specifically wish you to do so.
Over the past 15 years we have infiltrated, the privacy, of all our jockeys there sex lives, what and how much they drink, and there sexual habits out of wedlock, we do this to make sure our jockeys are sportsmen who live the right sort of lives,
If you wish to renege on our contractual arrangement’s then so be it, however in the Gold Cup tomorrow, you will Lose.

Any thing more you wish to discuss,
Richard was fuming but didn’t know what to do,
The next day, he had an amazing piece of luck, having decided to ignore the Viz contract, and win the gold cup. With 2 furlongs to go, his mount was cruising and about to go clear when, there was a crack, the horse had broken his fore leg; fortunately it stopped itself and stood still until the vet arrived to put the poor animal out of its misery..

When the Richard arrived at his car in the back of the jockeys and trainers car park he noticed a large brown envelope, under his seat, in side was £5,000 in cash. How on earth had some got in his car opening and closing the car, this was frightening.

20 years later, when Richard was retired, his only son, also William was involved with his own dispute, with the son of Viz, he was also part of the Jockey Ring blackmailed, and like Richard, he wanted out,, the only difference, he not only told them that he intended to speak to the Jockey Club, they got to know that he had been given a special date to attend, a meeting.

That week end whilst riding out at the local Hunt, he had an altercation with Viz, who followed him home, The next 15 minutes is conjecture but the body of William was found next to the water barell on the training establishment, of Captain Rynn, the hunter was standing still with William at its feet, he had two broken Broken Fibula so badly that they had snapped in half, there was one other injury, to the man, this was a single hole to the back of the head, so severe that the verdict was that he had died instantly.
The police looked every were for a weapon on the floor, a piece of wood or steel lying about may have caused the death,
In the post-mortem, that took place with no other evidence a verdict of Accidental death, was given,

years after the incident Richard was given a letter signed a friend that confirmed the fears of Richard that his son had been murdered, for his refusal to do as he was told, this Jockey Ring, that had engulfed the British Horse racing Industry, must be broken, the evidence can be found in the Captains Water barell.

This letter given to Williams son, was part of 10 diary’s, in these books every day contained the names of the horse and every British jockey part of the RING, in all it took William 10 hours, to read every thing left for him,

His mind was in a whirl, for it was the 1970 Diary that worried William the most for it proved that the RING was still in operation now.

At the start of the new year William gave in his licence and severed his contract with The Captain, explaining his mental state following the death, and his intention to take 12 months off from the game, so as to recover, after all he would still only be 20, if he ever returned, and could take up the profession again if Mr Viz required his services,

This was a clever move on Williams part, for it meant that Viz, would not change any investment, he had in the boy, and certainly not until every thing was Crystal clear,,Viz, was happy to continue paying the standing order, although of course he never realized actually what William had been told. By his grandfather..

When William arrived at the stable to pick up his belongings, all the expected, reverence came from outside and inside the Captain had known the old man from when he was a school boy,, and knew that his father respected him as a fine honest jockey,
It was then that two further blow’s sent a shudder through Williams’s kidneys,

“By the way, Scotty has left us” and if you come back in 12 months as you say, you will not know the place, we have applied for planning permission for a new indoor and outdoor track, giving us the drive to get rid of that unsightly water barrel. And allow us to move into the new world of horse training.

All these comments confirmed that it was urgent that Dick’s plans were put in place, before it is too late.

Before he left he asked Joanne the crippled horse walker were he would find Scotty and received the answer that he could have guessed, “You will find him in the Swan dinner time, Ladbrokes after 2, 0.

William just the boy I wish to see, what do you want to drink”.
“A half please Scotty”.

“I bet you never saw me at Dick’s funeral, I kept out of the way.

“Why did the Captain sack you after 15 years employment?”

“It wasn’t The Captain who sacked me it was Mr Viz.”

What ever for?
I over heard Viz and The Captain, discussing the need to keep you, as just a stable boy for a further 2 years, Viz said that your 7 pound advantage should be used, sparingly. But to good affect.
“This was shocking, and I told him so.”

“After two drinks William took Scotty back to Dick’s house it was time for the boy to get moving, and get back to school. Not any old school. For he intended to study, Law and Criminal Forensics from home, but before that he needed to discuss what all the stats showed, and only Scotty was clever enough to do that task,
When he was shown the list of 35 Jockeys, and Richards comments, about a Ring, even the usually outspoken Glasgow hard man, was silent, but after he saw all the horses names with there results, he became animated, this was mustard, and could be worth a fortune in the right hands, William had to get a feel for the race results and to find if they showed a conspiracy, to defraud the betting public, and what better to help with the gambling matters was his friend from Glasgow. The two together could be re writing gambling history.

It was then that gave the scot a challenge, no one knew more about gambling than Scotty he was out of work, and William could afford to give him a job, for at least 12 months, .as long as he could be kept under control. No gambling himself, and just a little drinking. Perhaps,

When William continued producing more and more evidence, of a conspiracy, Scotty was getting more and more exited..
It was then that William actually offered the Scot a yearly contract at £300 a month part time Cash in his hand,

I’ve chosen you to do this task because this is a gambling question and you are very experienced in gambling..
In the next few weeks, everything went perfect Scotty was in his element, comparing when the jockeys rode in a race to others on the same list, and how they ran, there % of winners, compared with normal averages.
William had explained his theory, that he was only interested when two or three Jockeys were in the same event, he thought that it may show a serious conspiracy,

After two weeks It was Scotty who arranged an emergency meeting, Hold on to your seat for what I am about to tell you could frighten the life out of you..
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Well what we are doing Scotty is to interrupt a giant gambling scam that involves the biggest “Jockeys Ring” in the history of racing and is financed by organised criminals,

It was then Scotty joined in, what I have found in just two weeks, is that it is the biggest gambling scam, in history. The organisers have left no stone un turned, I have notified winnings for the con men to be in the in the many £millions,

For the next two days the pair never met. William was at his local library, looking at any book he could find on forensic science. He had received a copy of his father’s accident? and the police report, on the matter. was more than interesting.
When they did meet again Scotty was covered in newspapers,
As soon as he saw, William he stopped work and said you better sit down we have a very important matter to discuss,

William made two cups of coffee, and awaited the Scots report…

What I have discovered, will result in the two of us winning an absolute fortune gambling. Ourselves. never mind closing it down, we have been given a golden goose.

It was William’s time to show a strong resolve,. He had no clue about Gambling, but was about to be taught a simple lesson. By a man of the world,
Carry on Scotty, although I do not like what I hear…

Ignoring Williams last comment, he continued,,” I have gone through 300 races were three or more jockey’s out of the list of riders were in operation, I have checked the betting fluctuations, how the horse’s performed how the betting Ring, was affected, and answer a question do I think that a massive gambling scam was in operation,

The answer to that “You bet it Was” in fact during this period alone I estimate that someone, would have earned more money, than any Bookmaker in the land, it was not a licence to print money, it was like having an open bank to help your self.

William was now the silent one, £millions, are you sure..?..

Scotty produced three full scap, sheets of white paper, with names of horse and jockeys, race meeting, betting, odds..

A betting slip from yesterday was produced, also, William Hill £30 win Geometry, at 5/1, and a £5 reverse Forecast Geometry and Stinging Bee,
Total £40,,, 2.15 Pontefract,,

“What’s this don’t tell me you are still gambling”.
“That is not our intention”, William was being left for dead he just did not understand what Scotty had done,

“Try to listen I will attempt to make it clear and understandable”..

“Having chosen, the last two months race meetings in the UK, I recorded all our jockeys, with a comparable mark, those who were riding at this meeting”..
On one occasion, every day, one or more were in the same race, some it mattered not a great deal but in the period there were 5 races were no fewer than 3 jockeys were riding in the same race, and the betting stipulated that if these three jockeys were a C compliant, it allowed for massive, conspiracy to take place, if those jockeys, were willing to stop there own mounts, for the benefit of others, then Yes I agree that a conspiracy did exist.

But I treated it like I had found a system, for backing horse myself. At first I only did it all on paper, but you cannot spend paper, unless it is printed upon by the English Mint.

I had to test it with real cash,,, Yesterday there was a local race at Newmarket, a 5 runner event. the first three horses in the betting were ridden by our * Jockeys, if as we believe, they would be asked not to Win, then it only left one horse that could win and it was 6/1 the only other horse left was 150/1 a complete no hope …so in all probability if the jockeys did as they were told the other two runners the 6/1 and 150 would be 1st and 2nd..And create a massive organised confidence trick. A fraud, to conspire against the interest of the general public. And not forgetting the stake holders Bookmakers,

“I sat in the betting shop watching the betting market and the race itself.,
All the horses on our list, began to drift outwards, some one was taking all the money they could on the racecourse, in the understanding that none of the three could or would win.

I watched the betting on the other horse and saw that it was heavily backed in from 6/1 to 3/1, and even the 150/1 horse was supported in to 33/1…

All I had on me was £40 I placed £30,00 win at 5/1 before it shortened even further, I also had a £5 reverse forecast, the two horse’s to finish first and second…

The Winnings were £370,,
Being a fully experience race horse lover it was clear that the three jockeys in the scam had clearly cheated. One was left at the start, another ran wide into the straight and the final one was just run continually up the leaders back side,
I want you to go with me to the betting shop and I will collect our winnings, for it is the first of many such gambles, we can then divide the winnings, equally between us,,,

But wait Scotty, doesn’t this mean that we have become part of the conspiracy ourselves, and that wasn’t my intention and I am sure the intention of my grandfather Dick,

Scotty just smiled,, You just carry on looking for your smoking gun, I will make you and I millionaires,

Chapter Four.

The next day 6th of November,a Thursday, all of Newmarket was freezing and the horses were being given an easy time of it, yet again, it would have been lye in, for many, who had partied all night, however in the Newmarket racehorse belt, every day was the same as the one before. There was never any chance of a lye in,
William had arrived at work, less that 4 hours, after getting home, his mind was in a whirl, his grand father, although seemingly a little tipsy, had spoken about some very dark places, were no young man would go willingly, but history had created a vocation, were it was inevitable that Boy followed father, like a relay race. The danger was always, not to drop the batten..

By 9.0 he had done his two horses, and was ready, for something to eat, the little room, a converted stable, were you could make a cup of tea, and devour, a sandwich or two.

As he walked to wards this area there was a loud, cry of WILLIAM, will you come into the kitchen,

This demand had been a part of the stables folk law, for years, every one in the stable knew its inference,

It was the sack, or your very first ride in public…
Within seconds the closed doors 0f 16 stables of horse bloc 1 had the head of work riders, watching Williams’s reaction. Could it be that he was about to be discharged, or could he have been called in to that chance of a life time, one that all young stable staff dreamed for themselves.

As William walked inside there were three people already at the kitchen table.
The Captain, Scotty the head lad, and Mr, Viz, the financial. adviser, who had owned the stable, for 15 years and his father before him.

“Sit here William” said the head lad who was always friendly to the boy , he moved a seat, for him to sit in.

The Captain who was just finishing his breakfast, looked up over his glass’s “William, we have decided that it is about time you had your chance,”
There was a pause, perhaps, the other people in the room wanted to see his reaction,

“We have a horse that has been steadily improving all season, and Mr Viz, thinks that it is the type to win a major prize,” the horse is Roman Hack, although you call it, Romy.”

William began to smile Romy was one of the horses under his care, and had been since its two year old days, this three year old colt arrived as a unloved terror if he wasn’t savaging you he had bolted into the town center 2 miles away. it was only the fact that his mother and her mother before her, were difficult children, but only for one year, they would then steadily improve, and become fast, race horses.
He had been named Roman Hack, by Mr Viz’s wife, and cost a small fortune, when his mother was mated with a Epsom Derby winner. they had tried to breed out of him, the tendency, to bolt, that first year, for the stable had lost one, of the mare’s yearlings in the past, and they had watched carefully, all through the first year, he hated every one in the yard, even his own mother, who was in a field,, a mile away, when William had arrived, his grandfather had said, “He can ride anything” not expecting him to be given a bucking bronco, on his first day.

During the colts second year, as a three year old, all Williams hard work seemed to have been rewards, although it was probably just that family trait, that had to be worked through.

Today well into his 3 year old season, he had changed completely, an utter Gent, eat all his food, did what he was told, and had improved, steadily, until he was now a great looking colt, who had improved 2 stone from 2. but that had been kept secret, for his last two runs were at a distance a mile below what his optimum, requirement, was, he was bred for 2 mile and had shown that he was a stayer, who would win at any distance between 1, 3/4, and 2 mile.

William you have done a great service bringing Roman hack on gently, and although his run 1 month ago, looked pitiful. that wasn’t his true form, and we have him entered in a two mile event at Doncaster St Leger day, Saturday, and although it will be your very first ride in public, we are all sure, that you will make a good account of your self.

My God talk about shock, to be given the wonderful opportunity, to break through, in the world of race riding was one thing but three days notice was rather odd,

Not so when his grandfather was told, he thought it was perfect, for William would have no time to stress, as fore the stable it was well planned the weight allowance that a first time rider like William, received made a great advantage, all it required was for the boy to ride like a man, doing exactly what he would be told. like most shocks, there is often another round the corner, in Williams case, it would be not just one ride he would be riding another of the stable runners, of Friday, so that he could at least get to know the Doncaster course, and its variables..

“Anything to say William.” without giving the boy much chance to respond, he was discharged,

Scotty, it will be up to you to take William and his mount up north on Friday and then for the race with Roman Hack on Saturday,.

Mr Viz, who William had only spoken to once before, after the boy had splattered some mud on the tires of his Jaguar,. had sat all through the interview, just eyeballing the lad, watching for anything in Williams make up. that he would be concerned about, after all unbeknown to William, this race had been planned for 6 months, and although they had three horses on there short list, the improvement in Roman Hacker had tilted the balance in that horses favor..

This time the owner was calm, and friendly, “William this chance we are offering you could be the kick start for your whole career, as a jockey, your grand father before you was given such a chance by my father, so you have a duty to succeed, not just for the stable but for your whole family.”

One of the last words spoken by his grandfather Dick, at last nights party had been, “Don’t trust Viz”
William was somewhat confused.

“Right then William we do not have long to organize, your ride, but that part will be carried out by Scotty,”
Any Questions,,

“No Sir”

Once given the ok, to leave the room, William almost hop skipped and jumped out of the Kitchen in what would have been a record, Once outside he was surrounded by fellow stable staff, all wanting to know what had happened, had he been sacked,?

When he told them that he was to be given his first ride, if jealousy was a thick, gluey substance then it lay all over the yard, in the form of a nasty frost. having finished for the day, William broke another land record this time on his bike, covering the 1 mile distance from stable to his flat, as quickly as when he was given the job at the stable in the first time.

On the phone to his Grand father, he was as exited as you would expect, a young 17 year old to be, knowing that every one he told would be happy for him.
“On Saturday Granddad I am riding Roman Hack at Doncaster. and it is St Leger Day”.

“That is wonderful. William”, however when the boy, related the full story from the invitation into the kitchen, to the chat with Mr Viz, his support, seemed to become frosty, for it wasn’t the first time he had failed to hide his hate and distrust for this particular man.

“I think I will have to tell you a little more about Mr Viz, one day, but carry on doing what you are good at, and get the horse, well balanced, this will be a stable Gamble to win, and if it is an apprentice handicap. there will be scores of other trainers watching up and down the country, you don’t have to stay, with just one stable”

William was once again, a little shocked by the last remark, about winning the race, and moving on, after all he hadn’t even rode a winner yet, and it was not the right time to be planning a move, this was not the first time that Granddad had talked in riddles, if he was wishing to give the boy advice it hadn’t been very effective.

All that day, William did every thing he was told to do, and helped a young girl to brush and comb the colt until it shone, that would be carried out twice a day, until Saturday it was a great opportunity, to show racing folk, that the stables were professional..there would be many thousands at a St Leger meeting. Scotty who had been overseeing, the lad, dropped a further shock, for the other horse, that he was to ride on the Friday was an old mare, also part of Williams duo, this 12 year old had expectations to win a race, or even to pay her way, the tale of Le Victorious, would have made a Lassie Come Home type story, in her own right,
At one time she had been useful. but no one in the stable had been around to witness, that statement, except of course The Captain.

The old mare, as she was now called had been kept away from the local glue factory, only because he great big bottom, allowed new very young riders, plenty of area to sit without falling off, some in the stable thought that the mare also knew that this was her one and only ability, and had actually been seen, moving under the falling body, of an unskilled boy to save him hitting the floor, and being injured.

However it was her owner, that saved her removal. from the stable, she was out first never injured, the owner paid her bill on time, allowed the stable to use her Pub, for the yearly stable party, aand even allowed The Captain to stay at her Spanish hacienda, nr Catalan, The mare had run twice a year, over the last 8, without getting in the frame, once after her runs, a small party of the owners grand children, arrived with presents for the mares personnel helpers. so taking all that into consideration it would be Blasphemy if any one had ever mentioned the knackers yard,

The head lad Scotty who had always been friendly, in the past seemed to be over the top. for any stable gamble certainly one organised by Mr Viz, could be the difference between a great Christmas, an a bad one. not only that he himself was a compulsive gambler and saw many swans, among all the stable ducks.

Usually every morning was a joy for William, but now the enjoyment had increased 10 fold,
He had been racing before but never to a racing festival like the St Leger on The final piece work for Roman Hack was Thursday afternoon, with Scotty in the saddle of the stables guide horse, and Roman Hack, with William up, this would confirm if he was ready for Saturdays race, The Captain gave the instructions, hoe he wanted the trial conducted, “William follow Scotty to 100 yards from the Barrel and then just let an inch of reign out and go two lengths clear, the smiley faces of Scotty, The Captian, and Mr Viz confirmed, what William had thought, Roman Hack was spot on and ready to run for a crown,

Back on the telephone again, What had surprised Old Jack was the timing, for if it was the Doncaster November handicap meeting, there were only a few days before the race, he had to ask William a question,,,
“Are you the only one who has been riding Roman Hack,”

The answer “No” was sufficient to confirm to Jack, “this horse had been planned for 6 months at least, and following a phone call to a major Bookmaker that the old man still talked to, Roman Hack had been backed from 50/1 to 20/1 in the last few days, and before William had been given the chance ride. The race was an apprentice handicap sponsored by William Hill. as a back drop for the Classic 45 minutes later, They were the only Bookmaker betting on the event for apprentices, jockeys who had ridden less than 10 winners, they have been keeping you a secret as much as the horse, your 7 lb claim is most crucial to the plan” some apprentaship riders in the race will. have ridden winners and that amount will dictate the allowance, you will a have a massive advantage if you can ride as well as the other young riders who have already ridden a bag full of winners, then you will have the ace card. and it is that advantage that your stable are relying on.

Only two days to go, even this was not surprising, no stable wants to give a new jockey much time to think about such an important event as there first ride and a gamble to win £200,000 would have been to much for any 17 years old. To take in. but also stables like this one would never want anyone to know that a gamble was taking place, even a simple £5, by a stable lad, who never has any more that 50 pence could sent the church belles ringing, and shorten the odds before the connection have got there money on themselves….

On Friday the trip was just a exercise to allow William to see the Doncaster course, a run around, seeing what too expect on Saturday, was a clever, plan of action, just one little thing had to be taken into account, a walk over the course was one thing but followed by a race over the same distance was something much better,
There had been a further consideration and that was that Mrs Brown, had began to discuss, the mares future, although the owner loved Victorious like a child, she had never been lucky enough to have, but there was doubt, why this race, perhaps some one had put in Mrs Brown mind the thought that she was being used as a work horse for the benefit of a better one. this had upset the owner.

Scotty came over to William and explained what they had to do Friday and Saturday.
“I will be driving the horse box, both days and just three of us, little Joanne, will parade both horses,
Joane was the stable bike, who at the moment was being ridden by Scotty, the 49 year old head lad, Joanne was 18, a respectable work rider before breaking her fibula, that never came back into full working order, but when in the air gave her no problems,
She could also walk at a stead pace, so parading a racehorse was perfect for the gal.and kept the disabled girl’s mind occupied,

The trip on Friday was uneventful. All though for William it was a wonderful experience. The most people he had ever seen in one place was the 1978 Bonfire were 80 uninvited guests appeared,
The 60 thousand race goers, on Saturday was sure ti be mind boggling.

When they arrived Friday there were many stable staff, from all over the country, wishing to chat to Scotty, every one seemed to like the Glaswegan, he had been in the industry, for over 30 years, promising jockey, tipster, taxi driver, prison warden and convicted criminal. All in a decade, every one of his friends and enemies were holding there breath for the time that his “Life Story would come out, c
Many house wives, in and around Cambridgeshire, were dreading such a day,

The first of Williams’s wish list was about to take place, For there in the Doncaster changing room was all the racing greats, of the day and who was sitting next to William was non other than Lester Piggott.

When asked after the event what Lester said or looked like, William would say “I Walked in to the changing room looking at the floor and came out in the racing silks doing the same”

Once on the Mare’s back, William came to light. This was his vocation. As there was no one other than Scotty in the parade ring, from there stable, they did look a lonely group.
Scotty, a man who had spent all his life out in the cold weather, riding horses, had a rather hard complexion, but no harder than his personality, William looked like a boy doing a mans job and the girl. Was limping along like Joe Buck out of Midnight Cowboy, if the price for the Mare had been only 50/1 in the early betting any Bookmaker watching the motley crew would have soon offered 150.

At no time were any of the professional jockeys riding in the race, disrespectful for the boy, in fact more than one wished him luck. on his first ride.

As the field was only 7 runners, it took a very short time to get them off, Scotty and given the boy a full list of does and do not’s, and even though. Walking the course seemed a waist of drinking time; Scotty had carried out the Captains instruction to a T.

“Hold the old mare up, and let her do what she likes, she knows more about this game than even the old Captain” she will just do her thing galloping behind all the others, causing no one a minute of stress, she will certainly not get in any one’s way”

No one had ever mentioned the L word, if it had every one would have gong crackers, a mare who hated racing, in the first place, would not like being sent to the front, but when the race started, non of the other runners fancied making the pace, so what did William do, something that he certainly had not been told to do. in fact in her 50 runs she had never made the pace, even during her winning years,

William with the wisdom of a young Piggot, decided to do just that and lead. but not only lead but make it a blistering pace, The mare had never ran so fast in her life, at one time she was 20 lengths clear, Scotty would say on the drive home, that William was as close to getting the sack, as he had ever been, only the race it self saved his skin..

The 1.5 mile event had broken the first half mile track record, not that any other horse had ever been timed over that distance, it was here that any race reader of repute would have grabbed for the Parker pen and scribbled the word on there palm if no were near any paper.
William Tindle. either a blithering idiot or a genuine genius.

With half a mile to go, William had almost stopped riding but was sitting as calm as can be the mare who had been shaken up, with all the exertion, of a youngster, was back on the bit, and cruising,

The jockeys behind had probably come to the conclusion that the 17 year old first time rider, had bolted. and was ready to pull up. Even Lester the greatest judge of pace in history, was caught napping. the other six runners were looking at each other for a real move,

However in respect for the champion jockey, he was certainly the first to react, this mare had been given to much, start Lester could see the Sporting Life headlines the next day,
“Piggot caught napping” with just three furlong to go, the field was spread over 100 yards, no horse could do what the old Mare was being asked to do.

Although Lester was now less than 2 lengths, behind the leader, his horse had never been asked to do this, and was struggling to get up. the other 5 runners were 20 yards behind, flat to the boards.
William was acting like a very old established rider, who had ridden the race in two stages, a 1/2 mile sprint and then, a strole with a massive lead,

Piggott had gone from arse in the are, to a strong finish, as they approached 100 yards out, William was pushing and shoving and the Mare resented it, but at least she was going forward, and that was more than could be said about the favourite he was was going up and down on the spot, it was then that the great one, decided to carry out a massive abuse of the Jockey Clubs riding instructions, rule 36b,
Raising his whip into the air, he gave his mount the strongest, abuse ever seen since the Epsom Derby of 1963 but like the classic, it worked,

All jockeys through history were always told one thing,
“You can give weight away but not Start,,”

Scotty would say later that he guessed that the Captains telephone must have been red hot, between the Pub and stable. and was only minutes between a pat on the back and a kick up the back side.

The problem was that no one had read the script, even Scotty, who had spent all his pare time in the racecourse betting shop. had backed Lester Piggot’s mount,.

By the time the two leaders got to the entrance to the winners enclosure the verdict had still not been given.

First No One. Vengance.
2nd No 7 Victorious,

Scotty was running around, like a scalded cat, the girl doing the same but with an impediment.on one leg it was at that moment when the Head lad realized that although he had placed his last £40 on the winner as he looked at the Tote ticket, he had also placed a £4 place only Victorious.

They didnt stay for the last race, and were in the horse box on there way home, during a 30 minute rest at some Nottingham inn, Scotty decided to check what the place dividend had been when he was told he almost, died, payment for £1, was £95…and a total return of £380…plus £60 from the winner a total of £440..this caused the trio to sine the lines of “Didn’t we have a loverly time the day we went to Bangor” only the name of the venue was changed to Doncaster,

The captain had received a further call from Mrs Brown, apologizing for her hasty intervention,
“perhaps she likes to run that way”

All that occurred had given confidence to Mr Viz, and his major gamble of Roman Hack Saturday, for it would be a resounding pat on the back for this new rider, very one was talking about the way he almost duped Piggot.

William was fast asleep. and never woke up. until back at the stable were a line of well wisher had gathered, including his grandfather,

As for the stable girl. she was blushing like a new bride, she had spend an hour during a stop for refreshments, under the hooves of The Mare, in straw up to he mid riff, surprising the Scot, what maneuverability she possessed.

If anyone deserved a rest, it was William, even two sports nespapers had telephoned for a racing scoop, one was to read “The day a youngster showed the Champion what to do” well almost…

That night William slept like a god. Tomorrow was to be a new day, was a star born. we will have to wait and see,

Chapter Three,

Williams real chance of Glory.

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Richard Tindle. Had started telling a good crowd, his ace story, when someone from the back, called out The Pig Roast is ready, of the 12, guests, all racing men, who had been engrossed, as the tale reached the starting stall. they had gone, It was that moment, that Dick had to become realistic, about matters of the mind, for if his punch line could be out fought by a 12 year old pig, it was time to find a new vocation. But hang on the story teller was a 70 year old, retired jockey, who was explaining how a yearly Guy Fawkes party, that started in 1940. And had been run ever since except for 2 cancellations. One was a clashing wedding, were even a pig would not keep the guests away from a freebie, in top hat and tales. The other a tragedy, that is still so raw, that it was never mentioned,

As they started to return, to the table with the pork sandwiches, Richard, wondered how far he had got, with the tale, after all this years Bonfire, was in the hands of his grand son, William. They were his guest list, and as the ages were between 16 and 21, the Dick Francis tales from the past needed up dating.
The old man had to think twice about starting the night off with Glen Miller’s In the Mood. That was until. A Best of the Eagles followed by Punk rocker Siouxsie Sioux. it was at this moment when Richard gave best, and walked 25 yards, into a dark secluded, area, were he would spend what could conceivably be, his last, outing, for his doctor had given him a little fore warning, to write out a last will and testament. as a priority.

Taking his half glass of cider, with him, Dick found the state of being alone; in seclusion: enjoyable. There would certainly not be any doubters, if a little gloss was added to one of his best riding feats, who would disbelieve the result. As very few in attendance knew anything about horses and more so Gambling.
His mind went back to that very first Bonfire, he remembered it well. It was the year that Neville Chamberlain resigned and Winston Churchill became UK Prime Minister, the Battle of Britain and the London Blitz occurred, Stone Age cave painting were discovered at Lascaux in France, and the Walt Disney film ‘Fantasia’ was released. But tell that to a table of 16 year old, kids, many having there first drink, and see the reaction,
Dick even remembered the weather and the doubt that existed that the bonfire would even get started, or that the pig chosen to be roasted, that year was going to get a stay of execution, but not the apple that some clown had already eaten.

You know when Alzheimer’s is starting to join in, when you smile or even laugh at your own mumbled jokes,
But he could do no less than show his happiness over the events of 1940, that kick started his career,
And within 10 years had made him a local racing hero.
His best years didn’t just appear, they were hard fought, took some coming, by the age of 20.rather late for a trainee stable hand, to start to improving that much, that the trainer entrusted him with one of his yearly stable gambles,

Every year usually the last few weeks of the flat season, Hobber Ryan, a well respected, trainer, carried out a secretive but well organised JOB,

Job and Hob were joined at the hip for Ryan’s real name was George, but had been given the name Hobber, owing to his trickery in the art of cheating , even though it should have been Jobber, at this stage all the Eagle fans, were running for gas and air, but a team of gamblers on the other hand would have been engrossed. Jobber was the name given to any cheat in the ww2 period, to was first used, in a well known betting case, were the judge Brown QC, invited the defendant in a fraud case, to explain what the word meant, meant for the jury were flummoxed, this may have been the time that Rynn, became Jobber Ryan.

George Ryan at the start of every season picked a horse that he thought had great potential to improve a stone, this horse would be put away, running all his races, from the back, out of harms way, and creating an opinion among the form experts that it was useless. As this trainer appeared to be honest in all the other races he had interest in, the stables runners, marked as a Ryan Trier, for it appeared that all his horse’s gave a good account of themselves, except of course the Job.Horse and that was being hidden, ready for the time it would be produced backed from 50.1 down to single figures, and winning the one prize, that if truthful all racing men desire, Hard CASH

Why he had given the Job horse to Richard, even the man himself never fathomed that out, for he was a very small. rider, And didn’t appear to be all that strong.
Dick’s best response to this question asked many times since that historical day was that the horse itself loved him, and hated every other stable lad or lassie in the yard.

The race chosen was to be the The Cesarewitch Handicap a flat horse race open to thoroughbreds aged three years or older. Run at Newmarket the course was just over the hill from Ryan’s stable, the distance of the race 2 miles and 2 furlongs was a great test, it was always run in October, and the name “Cesarewitch” was miss spelt Tsesarevich, heir to the throne in Russia. The race was named in honour of Tsesarevich Alexander (later Tsar Alexander II), after he had donated £300 to the Jockey Club. It was founded in the same year as another major handicap at Newmarket, the Cambridgeshire. The two events came to be known as the “Autumn Double”.

As far as gambling was concerned, the spring double of Lincoln and National. was only a little more popular than the October version.

So for a horse cheated with for 12 months that would stay 2 mile 2 furlongs carrying a paper weight, jockey like Dick, was mustard, and Ryan and his cronies knew it, and would gamble like the cheats they were.

Dick was starting to squeal with delight, of the fact he was part of such chicanery,but probably could no be heard over the noise being made by the pretty, Siouxsie.

The last sip of his cider, Dick began to look around for some dumb waiter, but the fireworks were showing how easy it is to burn money, so there was no none willing to run the old man an errand.

Were was I? Dick had gone to far to stop now, for in his life like dream, he was at Newmarket, on his way down to the start, having been told that if he won, there would be an amazing cash prize enough to set him up financially for years,

All Ryan had told his young rider to do was was sit and stroke the filly’s head, from start to finish she will stay the two miles, OK, the last 2 furling he wasn’t giving any guarantee, and if it required, a slap on here bum, who knows what will happen for in her short life she had never been shown a whip. in action.

At the off Richard sat like a church mouse, whistling in his mounts ear, for it was that trick that always seemed to keep her interested, in what she was doing,
As the old man looked about for his grandson, another pint of cider would go down well certainly just before this 2.2 mile handicap.
Dick called over to any stranger,. His wish carried out at once.

On his own again he had gone too far to stop now he could actually smell the 26 runners spread across the famous Rowley on the Newmarket.heath.

With so many runners, Dick was being battered from side to side, by gypsy type jockeys who’s mount’s had started to flounder, these jockeys enjoyed nothing better than upsetting some newbie, from winning if there own chance had gone.

As the runners started to approach, the racecourse proper, Dick was in a leading group. About 10. All of them being ridden for all they were worth. all except Dick.
With a furlong to go it was sad to say that the Ryan filly was now shoring a little distress, and could not be whistled to do any more, with 100 yards still to cover, she was 3 lengths behind, 3 other horses, they were being battered, to maintain there position, Dick wasn’t getting any closer but certainly not losing any more ground.

There was only one thing he could do, tightening his grip on the reins, in his left hand, he turned slightly to face right angles, and raised his whip. In the air, like Fred Archer was reported to do, when every thing else had failed, Crack.
The first blow, caught the filly, across her rump. Almost shooting Dick out of the back door, she was now a length behind and the winning post was in sight.
Not knowing if he was in the lead or not he lent forward, repeating the The Archer Attack once more, this time they shot past the leaders, a clear and absolute winner.

The cheer that went up from that little dark, copse, at the bottom of the 2 acre garden, was enough to convince many that William’s Granddad had gone loopy.a fact that many had already conceived.

Undeterred, the old man could see his arrival back in the winners enclosure, the noise was just as load, as the finish itself, the owner of the winner was an Indian Gentleman, reported at the time to have as much money as the Aga Khan III = Sir Sultan Mohamed Shah (1877–1957), the leader of Iran and weighed every year and given an equivalent amount in gold by his state.

As no one was in the privileged position to have counted either the Aga fortune or the new Asian incumbent, as to there worth we will have to take it on trust however what Dick did know but not at the time, was that he had offered the baby faced rider, £1000 in white fivers, if he won, this amount purchased, the house that the bonfire was being held. a Home fit for a King, never mind a jockey fit for nothing else.

Dick Tindle was never prepared to divulge the actual name of the real owner of the stable, although it was in Ryan’s name. that the stable was registered.
When his one and only son William, began riding for Captain Ryan, the old trainers nephew,, he was pleased, that there may be another Jockey in the family who may even do better than himself but when he died, in a tragic fall from a chaser, so slow that no one had ever fallen off her back drunk or sober, and William sn was never a drinker.

It was the coroner’s verdict, that had caused the real distrust, in the mind of Dick, and passed on to his grand son, in fact at one time the young boy had been told by Dick that his father had been killed.

William the second had chosen the same stable as all his relations had followed this route, and there appeared to be no objections,, however it was a conversation between Grand father and grandson, that started a grudge, that festered, between 1940 and 1980. And was still not resolved, at this 1980 Guy Fawkes,

After the Bonfire was dampened, and no further alcohol remained. There were only two people left in the garden..

The remaining two male.Tindle’s.

“Have you had a nice night granddad, you were making everyone laugh, with your old tales, from the past”
“Perhaps it would have been better if they had sat at the same table,”
Once again it was smiles all round..

“Granddad after my fathers funeral you told me that you had something very important to tell me, but you never did say any more on the topic.”

“Yes William it is about time that I did put you in the full picture of what you may be letting yourself in for riding for Captain Rynn’s. and more so, whilst The Asian Owners are in charge.

“Well I have had some good news last week, it looks as if I am going to be allowed my first public ride, at the start of the current season” and one more point, 12 months ago, I found a standing order of £100 a month in my bank account, Mom, said it was probably a gift from you, to keep me going, if so I cant thank you enough, as you no the stable wages, are very poor. I don’t know what I would do without this,”.

Dick looked at the boy, “Yes I should tell you the truth”
After a slight reflection.
Dick appeared to change his mind yet again, he was now tired and ready for bed,

“It can wait William, inform me when you know what horse you are going to ride, and I would like to say what a wonderful party you organised tonight.” .

“Thank you Granddad, Good night.”

William then left with his girlfriend, Irene, to the small flat, that they had set up as there first home.

Dick sat in his office and with a felt pen started to doodle. “Horses, Strange Deaths, Mafia Organised Crime, Sex and Stable hands, Big Gambles. Money Laundering, in off shore banks, Death Threats, and family loyalty and lots more, He was beginning to fret, did William deserve to be allowed to enter this world, that he and his son had joined like virgins, at least the youngest would know exactly what he had joined.
Chapter One to Follow.

TRUTH or DARE

Richard Tindle. Had started telling a good crowd, his ace story, when someone from the back, called out The Pig Roast is ready, of the 12, guests, all racing men, who had been engrossed, as the tale reached the starting stall. they had gone, It was that moment, that Dick had to become realistic, about matters of the mind, for if his punch line could be out fought by a 12 year old pig, it was time to find a new vocation. But hang on the story teller was a 70 year old, retired jockey, who was explaining how a yearly Guy Fawkes party, that started in 1940. And had been run ever since except for 2 cancellations. One was a clashing wedding, were even a pig would not keep the guests away from a freebie, in top hat and tales. The other a tragedy, that is still so raw, that it was never mentioned,

As they started to return, to the table with the pork sandwiches, Richard, wondered how far he had got, with the tale, after all this years Bonfire, was in the hands of his grand son, William. They were his guest list, and as the ages were between 16 and 21,
The old man had to think twice about starting the night off with Glen Miller’s In the Mood. That was until. A Best of the Eagles followed by Punk rocker Siouxsie Sioux. it was at this moment when the old man gave best, and walked 25 yards, into a dark secluded, area, were he would spend what could conceivably be, his last, outing, for his doctor had given him a little fore warning, to write out a last will and testament.

Taking his half full glass of cider, Dick found the state of being alone; in seclusion: enjoyable. There would certainly not be any doubters, if a little gloss was added to one of his best riding feats, who would disbelieve the result. As very few in attendance knew anything about horses and more so Gambling.
His mind went back to that very first Tindle Bonfire, he remembered it well. It was the year that Neville Chamberlain resigned and Winston Churchill became UK Prime Minister, the Battle of Britain and the London Blitz occurred, Stone Age cave painting were discovered at Lascaux in France, and the Walt Disney film ‘Fantasia’ was released. But tell that to a table of 16 year old, kids, many having there first drink, and see the reaction,
Dick even remembered the weather and the doubt that existed that the bonfire would even get started, or that the pig chosen to be roasted, that year was going to get a stay of execution, but not the apple that some clown had already eaten.

You know when Alzheimer’s is starting to join in, when you smile or even laugh at your own mumbled jokes,
But he could do no less than show his happiness over the events of 1940, that kick started his career,
And within 10 years had made him a local racing hero.
But the first day, took some coming, for the age of 20. Was rather late for a trainee stable hand, to start to improve that much that the trainer entrusted him with the stable gamble,

Every year usually the last few weeks of the flat season, Hobber Ryan, a well respected, trainer, carried out a well organised JOB, Job and Hob were joined at the hip for Ryan’s real name was George, but had been given the name Hobber, even though it should have been Jobber, that paragraph alone would have had all the Eagle fans, running for gas and air, but a team of gamblers on the other hand would have been engrossed. Jobber was the name given to a cheat in a well known betting case, were the judge Brown QC, invited the defendant in a fraud case, to tell him what was meant by the word, Job. in reference to this horse race.

Hobber Ryan at the start of every season picked a horse that he though had great potential to improve a stone, this horse would be put away, running all his races, from the back, out of harms way, and creating an opinion among the form experts that it was useless. As this trainer appeared to be honest in all the other races he had interest in, the stables runners, marked as a Ryan Trier, for it appeared that all his horse gave a good account of themselves, except of course the Job.

Why he had given the Job horse to Richard, even the man himself never fathomed that out, for he was very small. And didn’t appear to be a strong rider,
Dick’s best response to this question asked many times since that historical day was that the horse itself loved him, and hated every other stable lad or lassie in the yard.

The race chosen was to be the The Cesarewitch Handicap a flat horse race open to thoroughbreds aged three years or older. Run at Newmarket the course was just over the hill from Ryan’s stable, the distance of the race 2 miles and 2 furlongs was a great test, it was always run in October, and the name “Cesarewitch” was miss spelt Tsesarevich, heir to the throne in Russia. The race was named in honour of Tsesarevich Alexander (later Tsar Alexander II), after he had donated £300 to the Jockey Club. It was founded in the same year as another major handicap at Newmarket, the Cambridgeshire. The two events came to be known as the “Autumn Double”.

As far as gambling was concerned, the spring double of Lincoln and National. was only a little more popular than the October version.

So for a horse cheated with for 12 months that would stay 2 mile 2 furlongs carrying a paper weight, jockey like Dick, was mustard, and Ryan and his cronies knew it, and would gamble like the cheats they were.

Dick was starting to squeal with delight, but probably could no tbe heard over the noise being made by the pretty, Siouxsie.

The last sip of his cider, Dick began to look around for some dumb waiter, but the fireworks were showing how easy it is to burn money, so there was no none willing to run the old man an errand.

Were was I? Dick had gone to far to stop now, for in his life like dream, he was at Newmarket, on his way down to the start, having been told that if he won, there would be an amazing cash prize enough to set him up financially for years,

All Ryan had told his young rider was sit and stroke the filly from start to finish she will stay the two miles, OK, the last 2 furling he wasn’t giving any guarantee, and if it required, a slap on here bum, who knows what will happen for in her short life she had never been beaten.

At the off Richard sat like a church mouse, whistling in his mounts ear, for it was that trick that always seemed to keep her interested, in what she was doing,
As the old man looked about for his grandson, another pint of cider would go down well certainly just before a 2.2 mile handicap.
Dick called over to any stranger,. His wish carried out at once.

On his own again he had gone too far to stop now he could actually smell the 26 runners spread across the famous Rowley on the Newmarket.heath.

With so many runners, Dick was being battered from side to side, by gypsy type jockeys who’s mount had started to flounder, and enjoyed nothing better than upsetting some newbie,

As the runners started to approach, the racecourse proper, Dick was in a leading group. About 10. All of them being ridden for all they were worth.
With a furlong to go it was sad to say that the Ryan filly had, had enough, and could not be whistled to do any more, with 100 yards still to cover, she was 3 lengths behind, 3 horses, they were being battered, to maintain there position, Dick wasn’t getting any closer but certainly not losing any more ground.

There was only one thing he could do, tightening his grip on the reins, in his left hand, he turned slightly to face right angles, and raised his whip. In the air, like Fred Archer was reported to do, when every thing else had failed, Crack.
The first blow, caught the filly, across he her rump. Almost shooting Dick out of the back door, she was now a length behind and the winning post was right on the top of the group.
Not knowing if he was in the lead or not he lent forward, repeating the The Archer Attack once more, this time they shot past the leaders, a clear and absolute winner.

The cheer that went up from that little dark, copse, at the bottom of the 2 acre garden, was enough to convince many that Williams Granddad had gone loopy.

Undeterred, The meeting in the winners enclosure, was just as load, as the finish itself, the owner of the winner was an Indian Gentleman, reported at the time to have as much money as the
Aga Khan III = Sir Sultan Mohamed Shah (1877–1957), the leader of Iran and weighed every year and given an equivalent amount in gold by his state.

As no one was in the privileged position to have counted either the Aga fortune or the new Asian incumbent, as to there worth we will have to take it on trust however what Dick did know but not at the time, was that he made an offer, for the baby faced rider, of £1000 in white fivers, this amount purchased, the house that the bonfire was being held. At, a Home fit for a King, never mind a jockey fit for nothing else.

Dick Tindle was never prepared to divulge the actual name of the real owner of the stable, although it was in Ryan’s name. that the stable was registered.
When his one and only son William, began riding for Captain Ryan, the old trainers nephew,, he was pleased, that there may be another Jockey,in the family who may even do better than his himslllllef, but when he died, in a tragic fall from a chaser, so slow that no one had ever fallen off her back drunk or sober, and William sn was never a drinke.

But it was the coroner’s verdict, that had caused distrust, in the mind of Dick, and passed on to his grand son, in fact at one time the young boy had been told by Dick that his father had been killed.

When William the second had chosen the same stable as all his relations had learned there trade of Jockey there appeared to be no objections,, however it was a conversation between Grand father and grandson, that started a grudge, that festered, between 1940 and 1980. And was still not resolved,

After the Bonfire was dampened, and no further alcohol remained. There was only two people left in the garden..

The remaining two male.Tindle’s.

“Have you had a nice night granddad, you were making everyone laugh, with your old tales, from the 40s,”
“Perhaps it would have been better if they had sat at the same table,”
Once again it was smiles all round..

“Granddad after my fathers funeral you told me that you had something very important to tell me, but you never said any more”..

“Yes William it is about time that I did put you in the full picture of what you may be letting yourself in for riding for Captain Rynn. And the Asian Owners”.

“Well I have had some good news last week, it looks as if I am going to be allowed my first public ride, at the start of the current season. by the way, 12 months ago, I found a standing order of £100 a month in my bank account, Mom, said it was probably a gift from you, to keep me going if so I cant thank you enough for as you no the stable wages, are very poor. I don’t know what I would do without the £100”…

Dick looked at the boy, “I should tell you the truth” after a few minutes,
Dick changed his mind as to what he was going to say.

“It can Waite William, inform me when you know what horse you are going to ride, and I would like to say what a wonderful party you organised tonight.” and here is some money to pay for it, all…

Thank you Granddad, Good night.

William then left with his girlfriend, Irene, to the small flat, that they had set up home, in,

Dick went into the home that he had purchased, out of that very first win, but all was not well, the death of his son, Williams’s father still required, closure.
Perhaps one day the old man will be ready to pass on all the facts and figures, that could make a great Dick Francis, story,
Horses, Strange Deaths, Mafia Organised Crime, Sex and Stable hands, Gig Gambles. Money laundering, in off shore banks, Death Threats, and family loyalty and lots more.

Was it fare to allow such a nice boy to join, this scum bag of a game, at least, Dick and his son, were virgin jockeys, and never knew what was about to hit them, young William would not be in that position, for the old man intended to protect him from all that was, wrong, and may god be his protection after that.,

Chapter One to Follow.

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