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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.

TRUTH or DARE

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This image of an old man, conjures up a feeling that he is content, with what he achieved, in his 90 years.

But who is he? And what did he do during his working life?

Politician,
Third son of an aristocrat.
Specialist in the world of Medicine.
Financier,
Legal advisor, in entertainment, like Simon Cowell. Without the Bolx.

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The only clue I will offer is that he was a Bookmaker, who looks to me as if he is also a great grandfather, content that he has passed on, his expert knowledge in the family, business, 5th generation, although in the bottom of his heart he realizes that it is the business that he led, that has been overtaken by new technology, and a mans word, being his bond, with nothing but a look into a customers eyes, followed by a handshake no longer exists.

It was Leviathan Davies who in 1850. said “My hand shake and word in exchange for your Cash”
Civility and Prompt payment by a Bookmaker however had never guaranteed the size of the wager, only there good manors,(most of the time)
It was this William the Great, who offered the third dimension, of No Bet to Big for Bill”
He raised the cross bar in on-course gambling, to the unlimited status. Never repeated after his retirement. And certainly not in the internet world, of “Is that all”

Person to person, in real time replaced with a one way transaction, into a black hole of Person to Who know’s. I have never known a Bot, ask how your wife is.

This man was the greatest Bookmaker to have roamed this world since the start of horse race gambling in the 18th century.
Like all great men, Bill ran into trouble with his masters though a Jockey Club conspiracy trumped up by many of his competitors, in the industry, those who would never have been given a duty, to carry the tools on to the track, well certainly not on Williams firm..

We will simply call him Bill, and ignore the fact that he was Australian.

He is someone who achieved, what every would be Bookmaker who ever entered a racecourse with board chalk and nails, dreamed of, that feeling of leading a market, and not being led.
During the lifetime of racecourse gambling, there have been some greats, before, Ogden, 1795, Crockford,1840 and Davies, a little later, and I suppose I will have to include, my towns man, William Hill., but I say without fear or favour, that This William was a great with a capital G.
And therefore it is very important that he, is acknowledged, so that people born between 1920 and 2020, (I hope) when they watch there racing on a cold defunct betting ring, they will answer, the question, Do you remember Bill,? with “No but I heard about him”
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The tale I offer, will be in 5 short blog tales,, and until I gain enough knowledge to place it on EBook you will have to be content with my blog.

Chapter One. “William the Great” (During this week).

Quite often, during a persons life time, there are moments that will test, your strength of character, and an opportunity, arises,, that alters’ your whole existence, such a moment, took place yesterday, it was dinner time when sitting in my kitchen, I was spending a little moment of free time, watching television.
On the screen was a popular program called Bargain Hunt, pure entertainment that in the raw sense, tax’s your intelligence, as to how easy it is to purchase an item, with a view to re-sell at a later date for a profit. Even at the age of 75, I am always open to new opportunities, and for some time I have toyed with the plan that I should consider a career move into this Antique game. After all I couldn’t possibly do any worse than the so called experts. If I could have success in the world of gambling, what could be more difficult than that..

Most so called expert will agree that historically an antique is any crafted or manufactured item that is at least 100 years old, but here lye’s the predicament, for during your life time, the popularity, of such items, ebb and flow, one moment hot the next cold.

These T.V. programs like Bargain Hunt, give all a chance to predict what we would do if given the opportunity. Of pitting our brains with others over an items worth.
But predicting and joining the Antique rat race is a different thing.

Let us take Tuesdays Bargain Hunt, program. Were the two teams Red and Blue, pitted there brains against each other supported by an Expert, each, after all no one wanted them to be duped, and made a fool of. And so although the guests can do what they like with there £600, a watchful eye is always, there to stop those making fools of themselves.

The Blue team consisted of two sisters, Joan and Emma, and like us all had there opinions of what they liked or did not.
There adviser was David Harper someone who makes his living buying and selling antiques,

The red team two milkmen Craig and Ray both with strong opinions, there watcher was a public school boy type Charles Hanson. AUCTIONEER and antiques expert if you ever wanted to be led, instead of leading Charles’s perfect peach English, type chat, would convince many after all he has his own business in Derby, doing just that. Buying and selling antiques.

The program presenter was the well loved Tim Wonnacott http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDrwxQUA30q6kIdE2Eol6SKk1AtcjKZJ-bWY510YHejyKdkkrAevery one loves Tim, who is never afraid, warning the buyers of the many pitfalls that exist in this industry, and looks like a public school head master. Who had eaten tons of Apples? In his day.

When the RED Team commenced there expert Charles made it clear to the Television viewers that he had great confidence that what they had purchased were winners,

“I dont say it, very often, but today we are on a winner”

There items, were a Tea Pot, a Tea Set, and a Tea Caddy. At no time did the boy’s expert warn of possible concern of these types of items,

Ignoring the well known fact that, Anything can be copied in China, known as strikes, porcelain, or silver copper plated one of there many expertise, The T as in Pot, Set, a pure coincident for a few blocks south of Tiananmen Square, http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-aXHTr-1bq09cRLBZ7UD9hHVdtG8siD_Zmy0AOXUX01HVWdkdbQChina these type of items are being churned out, like a convener belt. You take anything to China and it will come back as requested, from a Picasso, to a rag-mans trumpet. With or without a hall mark.

I think it was PABLO PICASSO who once proclaimed, “We all know that art is not truth”
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This reminds me of Charles Hanson
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the Antique Expert
So it was amazing he let the milkmen, dabble in these markets.
The Corinthian Dish would never get them in two much trouble at £45, however .
The George the Third, Silver plated Cream Jug and Sugar Bowl. That they paid £310 for, cried out beware.
The third item was a Rosewood Tea Caddy. For £80.
As the boys had spent £415 it left Charles £185 to buy what is called a back up. In case the newbie’s were behind, the Bonus could always secure a profit.
He had found such an item a Silver plated sugar caster in the shape of a hunting horn, spending what was left, over £185.

Even the milkmen must have got cold feet, up so early. In the morning, and decided that they would ignore the EXPERT.
Every thing seemed fine, after all the boys were in good hands.

The next up was the Auctioneer, himself, the one who would be selling the items, he was invited by Tim to give an opinion on how they looked had they bought well.??

His comments are interesting and do require careful consideration.

“The Cream Jug and Sugar bowel are not a pair, they are separate items,” Probably made in Birmingham and Sheffield.
As for the for Rosewood Tea Caddy, it is boring.

Tim then moved to the Bonus Buy, Charles’s Sugar Caster, “it is in dreadful condition and will probably sell for £80/£90
Not bad considering it cost £185..

Fortunately for the milkmen as stated they had refused to be Shaken down, with the Sugar Shaker happy to remain with the £415 of goods that they had already purchased… even though Charles had shown much confidence that his Bonus item would return more than the £185.that he had paid…

Enough of Expert one, we move to Expert 2.
David Harper,
The two sisters, one a nurse, had very strong opinions, and loved a pair of silver plated bowels, that the seller would not budge from his £250 not even with the hope of a kiss, from the attractive Emma, at no time did Expert two mention the bowels other than agreeing that they looked to be a good value. And made by a good firm..

When the auctioneer, took a look he was damming, about the them stating “these are Electro plated, and I have strong doubts about the Liberty mark.”,

This mark, stating that the bowels were made by Liberty and Co, would be the main selling point for this firm had an impeccable name for quality items.
However he would not confirm that they had been made by the great firm.

Who were Liberty and Co. they went into partnership with the Birmingham silversmith W H Haseler producing the ‘Cymric’ range from 1898 (registered in 1901) using such freelance designers as Archibald Knox, Jessie M King, Bernard Cuzner and Rex Silver.
After the First World War Liberty changed course and the silver range echoed ‘Liberty Print’ dress fabrics with small flowers giving everything a ‘hand-made look’. This silver was still produced by W H Haseler & Co. Ltd. until the partnership was dissolved in 1926.

Finally, there was a Rolls Royce, that the girls loved, The Spirit of Ecstasy, is the name of the hood ornament on Rolls-Royce cars. It is in the form of a woman leaning forwards with her arms outstretched behind and above her. Billowing cloth runs from her arms to her back, resembling wings.
These are very popular, if genuine, but are also churned in China, out dubbed Beijing’s Junk Market for obvious reasons.
The Spirit of Ecstasy, also called “Emily”, “Silver Lady” or “Flying Lady”,http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTN0sx6fqOc6f-iNGRuwoetb2PfVdaOlft8-VVk-6d5rhK7EFs4 was designed by Charles Robinson Sykes and carries with it a story about a secret passion between John Walter Edward Douglas-Scott-Montagu, (second Lord Montagu of Beaulieu after 1905, a pioneer of the automobile movement, and editor of The Car Illustrated magazine from 1902) and his secret love and the model for the emblem, Eleanor Velasco Thornton. Eleanor was John Walter’s secretary, and their love was to remain hidden, limited to their circle of friends, for more than a decade. The reason for the secrecy was Eleanor’s impoverished social and economic status, which was an obstacle to their love. John-Walter, succumbing to family pressures, married Lady Cecil Victoria Constance, but the secret love affair continued.
Eleanor died on 30 December 1915, going down with the SS Persia, when the ship was torpedoed off Crete by a German submarine, whilst she accompanied Lord Montagu on his journey to India, four years after she had been immortalized by her bereaved lover.

However a nurse and her sister new best, and instead of it being an original it was probably made in 1980 but would still be saleable as a second hand item but not vintage.

It was David for the blue team that finally gave the program, and himself personally an element of respectability, when he found a solid 9 c gold lady’s wrist watch, for the amazing price of £90..

Both girls loved the item and it was included as a Bonus Buy,
When the auctioneer saw it, he pointed out that with the massive increase in precious metals. To take the watch workings out it would leave 24 grams of 9c Gold worth about £200.
That’s more like it I heard every one cry, so if we take out the silver plated items and most of all Porcelain there’s still GOLD In Them Thar Hills!
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What is the moral of the story?
For in 1975 I was desperate for a copy of a letter from Birmingham Bookmakers Association, confirming my rights to be placed on a waiting list, for pitches, when I found that I had been left off the list, I was told that if I could find the letter they would take it as read, that I had received it and would therefore be placed on this important list.

I remembered what the letter stated and the dates I even had a letter heading,
I reproduced the item but found that the paper was to new, and was obviously not the original.
I asked an expert in the Antique world were he told me to pop it in the oven for a while, and 30/40 years would soon be added. To its authenticity I guessed that is were the saying cooking the books came from.
What it did do was convince me to stay well away from the Antique game until I learned to speak Chinese.

On the other hand anyone who is desperate to earn a living to pay the rent, I advise that they specialize in just one section, of the industry and read all about that only,
Even if you became an expert in every thing Chinese, but buying here and selling back to them, for it is obvious that there country was stripped of there antiques in the early 20th century, and are getting there own back, not in purity but in the next best thing, copies,
As for the final stats, Red’s purchased to the tune of £415 and sold them for £265, no trader could do so badly, and that was without the Shaker the Bonus Buy, that they would have gained for £185 and sold for £60…

The Blues did £5 better,
Purchasing for £445 and selling for £225
But it was the Gold Wrist watch that showed a £100 Profit.

All this does not account for Expenses of getting to Kirby and the auctioneers deductions,

This makes it the most expense loss leader in history, of course there is someone who showed the profit, other than the auctioneer,

And it is there were I advise you to Go.

To be fair to Mr Charles Hanson, he obviously doesn’t do it wrong all the time, for whilst fidgeting round his wife’s wardrobe. he found something worth selling.

As one of the oldest professions, the art of auctioneering is a fine balance between nurturing a strong private pool of collectors and trade buyers and adding to it a global audience which is developed through the various internet outlets where all of our sales are advertised.

An ever present buoyancy, atmosphere and spark in our saleroom generates a platform which creates keen enthusiasm amongst our buyers at Hansons to compete for lots thus maximising financial returns to our sellers.

A well marketed sale adds status to our clients objects which frequently merits global press. This in turn brings exhiliarating results.

Highlights in 2008 included a rare pair of bloomers which belonged to Queen Victoria and sold for £5,000. A pair of stockings, the property of Her Majesty Queen Victoria in circa 1880 sold for £8,000

Recent highlights have included the sale of an early Sooty puppet from the early 1950s which generated interest from the Sooty Show evntually selling for £3,000.

Sorry Charles it is all Tongue-in-cheek and I hope you can take it as meant. Fun.

Cubone.

Now and again in life there is someone, male or female, that arrives, sometimes from far off places, perhaps sent down with a direct duty, to teach advice, enlighten, or just entertain, be it in music, art, or sport. or even commerce, they are better than any one else, they write brilliant stories, paint wonderful art, create great music, or just make money, giving it all away to charity. after a few years of there passing, like a shooting star they burn out and disappear, as if they had never, been seen.
It was Vivian Woodward, that I feel. has left an ever glowing reflection, for those willing to look, like sportsmen, born to be better by far than any of there contemporaries. and perhaps if we believe in a higher order, he had been sent, to play the wonderful game of Football so well. That mere mortals, who followed on, would play the game as he did, improving the health, and the well being of a nation. If not a world.

In sport If we look at what happened after his passing, there have been many other greats, breaking records that have stood for years, winning in times not contemplated, goals, that made the watcher gasp. becoming unbeatable in there sport, on land sea, or in the air, but if we look at some there personality it makes us wonder how, they had been entrusted with something to wonderful. For in bad hands, it can work the reverse making supporters believe that cheats prosper. And can gain prominence without doing any good for there fellow humans,

Ben Johnson’s Steroid Use
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1919 Black Sox
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1. The Hand Of God
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Although there have been many others who have broken true lovers of sports hearts, there are still many giants who have been great role models, as well as great sportsmen/women. But not in my opinion, as well as my personal hero.

My selections therefore will go’s to a vertual unknown, by the majority of readers, Vivian Woodward. Footballer, Cricket and Tennis, not to mention, other sports were he was just very good. But it was at football that he improved the game, like very few of those who followed. And was in my opinion the greatest centre forward in the sports history.
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Born in Kennington, Surrey, on the 3rd June 1879. Vivian was the seventh of eight children.
Anne; his mother and John, his father a very successful architect and Freeman of the City of London.
To convince you of there family wealth, I confirm that they had a second home on the coast at Clacton-on-Sea, a town that was enlarged in 1871 to cater specifically for wealthy upper middle classes.
When a child even though he was never robust, and in fact rather weak, he could never sit still. Running and jumping, climbing, every minute of the day.
Even though the house was full, of children, every one loved Vivian, he was never robust, he was sent to the private school, Ascham College. His sports master marked in his yearly diary, “Woodward, is a very popular boy, who can jump like a gazelle”,
When they gave him his first tennis racket, he could play tennis, a cricket bat, and they found it difficult to bowel him out, if he bowled he would shatter there stumps, and the first time he ever kicked a football. every one knew he was going to be a star, When Vivian played for his school team, he was outstanding, doing thing’s with a ball no one else could contemplate, Even with no coaching he loved to run with the ball at his feet, as fast as he could, using the “Step Over” Tricks taught by coaches today, and unheard of in the late 1800s.
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But his greatest asset as a player was his jumping ability, from a standing start; he could jump a foot higher than anyone else. And at a run, 2 ft.
Vivian Woodward’s work however came first for his wealthy father, impressed upon him that his occupation would be his main priority, When he left school. He did not play for any team for business reasons. . .
Woodward had become an architect with great ability. Like his father, who resisted all attempts for him to become a professional footballer? When professional teams began to take interest, his father did agree, he could play on amateur terms for Tottenham Hotspur in the Southern League. At the time Spurs were considered to be one of the best teams in the country.
Vivian was a centre forward, and a revelation from day one, his ability to jump higher above the heads of any defenders, allowed him to score many goals, he was also a clever assist creating many goals for his other forwards, but his sporting prowess was such that he was also one of England’s best tennis players, reaching two finals, in the English All England, and tended to put this sport before football. When he signed for Spurs the club announced that he would play for them whenever it was “convenient for him .http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcReg1bO0NqNzwCRSWfxln6P0_bjqO5QgeaB2Le1GRBqiSPSaCxTJA

When he played for Tottenham in the closed cricket and tennis season, he, was loved by the spurs fans, and remained an amateur throughout his football career. Not even claiming bus or train fares or other legitimate expenses. The Tottenham & Stamford Hill Times carried an article about professionalism in football soon after Woodward signed for them, “Football is a profession that is making great strides in popularity among the masses of today. A few years back professional football was only considered good enough for the poorest class, and for a man in a fair position like Vivian Woodward, to enter the ranks of the pro’s – without receiving any finance was a fool, at least, that was the opinion of the majority of the south.”

What with his obvious, good fortune, of being from a wealthy family, and good looks to match, you can imagine what opponent, defenders, thought of his trickery, giving him massive physical abuse, it was only his quickness, that saved him from even more injuries, this could have stained his development, but he quickly carried on the gentlemen characteristics he had been reared to follow, so when knocked to the ground he would stand up like a soldier, at attention, and offer his right hand to any aggressor, this became his trade mark, even the supporters of the apposing teams would boo, there own players, and cheer for Vivian, it wasn’t long before he became known as “the gentleman footballer” if this sort of gamesmanship had developed throughout football what a fine game it would have become by now. But players who received a pittance, would fight tooth and nail. For a £1 Bonus, ignoring the plight of anyone in there way.
With Vivian work came first and on several occasions he did not play for any team for business reasons. He also missed the first few games of every season because of his commitment to the Spencer Cricket & Lawn Tennis Club. .
He had also followed his father’s wishes, and became an architect with great ability. Like his father, who resisted all attempts for him to become a professional footballer? However, he did agree to play further seasons, on amateur terms for Tottenham Hotspur At the time Spurs was considered to be one of the best teams in the country.

Britain’s top football journalist at the time thought that Woodward was a better inside-right than centre-forward: it was thought that as an inside right, he would be given more room to escape his aggressors, it took a great deal. To arouse Vivian to any resentment his game was all art and no violence. It may be that Woodward had some very damaging experiences in some of his matches certainly against Scotland, but there came a day when he was moved to inside-right, this allowed him the space he needed, were his shrewd passing came to great affect.”
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Woodward’s form for Tottenham Hotspur was so good that he won his first full international cap for England against Ireland on 14th February, 1903. He played a blinder scoring two goals in a hard fought 4.0 victory. The following day the Times reported that Woodward “had certainly added to his reputation, another journalist described Woodward as: “The human chain of lightning, the footballer with magic in his boots.

In its next edition the Sporting Chronicle remarked: “Woodward is quite young, with a subtle craft tucked away in his toes he combines most adroit head work, and between the two he opens out the game in dazzling style. Woodward is a great initiator, the personification of unselfishness, is quick to grasp the ever-changing situation of the game, and, above all, is very cool.”

http://www.thefa.com/~/media/Images/TheFA/Website/PillarHeaders/Home.ashx/Home.jpg against Wales. He scored in England’s 2-1 win. C. B. Fry was very impressed with Woodward’s performance. He wrote: “It must be very satisfactory to the selectors to find Woodward so great a success especially as he is likely to improve for several years to come… It will be a surprise and a great disappointment now if he does not get his cap against Scotland.”

The following month Woodward played for England http://www.thefa.com/~/media/Images/TheFA/Website/PillarHeaders/Home.ashx/Home.jpg He was selected for the Scotland game that took place on 4th April, 1903. Woodward beat Ted Doig in the Scotland goal after only 10 minutes but England lost the game 2-1. It had been a great start to his international career scoring four goals in his first three games.

Woodward decided to play instead for Chelmsford in the South Essex League. However, on 20th November, 1909, he changed his mind and announced he would play for Chelsea
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This was arguably, the first time that he allowed his friendship with the Chelsea chairman, to overcome what was right, Chelsea was in dire trouble, and looked sure to be relegated. But there were a few that were un happy that he left the spurs.
Woodward played his first game in the First Division of the Football League against Sheffield Wednesday on 27th November 1909. That game ended in defeat but the following week Chelsea beat Bristol City 4-1 with Woodward scoring two of the goals with headers. Despite the goals scored by Woodward, Chelsea was still relegated that season. Woodward’s form was so good he was recalled to the international team and played in the 1-1 draw with Ireland.
Over an eight year period he had scored 29 goals in 23 games (13 as captain). For his country, a record that stood until Tom Finney beat it in 1958. However, Finney played in 72 games for his 30 goals. Vivian’s average goals per game gave him the title as the best goal scorer in English history.

On 31st March, 1911, Woodward shattered his arm in a game against Derby County. That year he played in only 19 out of 38 games. However, this was enough to help Chelsea finish 2nd in the league and promoted to the First Division.

It was in the 1912 Olympic Games that he showed that he retained his great ability. Thee games were in Stockholm, Sweden. Woodward ran riot, with England beating Hungary (7-0) and Finland (4-0) to reach the final against Denmark. With Woodward winning his second gold medal when England beat Denmark 4-2.

Woodward was now 36, and carrying much injury’s, Chelsea again struggled with an unfit, part time Vivian, but with Woodward still scoring 11 goals in 30 games, the club avoided relegation. The following season Chelsea finished in 8th place. it was time for our hero to pack his boots away, and retire.

Woodward continued to play tennis and on two occasions, 1912 and 1913, reached the final of the Lawn Tennis Championship. He continued to captain the England amateur team playing his last game against Sweden on 12th June 1914. In 44 amateur internationals, Woodward scored an amazing 57 goals in 44 games. as for cricket, he was on the Essex books and played in the second 11, on many occasions.

But it was as a soldier; he showed his greatness, on the outbreak of the First World War Woodward immediately joined the Territorial Army and applied for a commission. On 9th February 1915 he was transferred to the 17th Service (Football) Battalion of the Middlesex Regiment as a second lieutenant. The Football Battalion had been founded on 12th December 1914 by William Joynson Hicks. Other members of this regiment included Walter Tull and Evelyn Lintott. Both great footballers.

However, before he was sent to the Western Front, he still helped Chelsea out when in trouble, that year Chelsea reached the FA Cup Final. The manager telephoned the war office, asking for a temporary release so that Vivian could end his career at Wembley. Woodward declined the offer as he was unwilling to deprive Bob Thompson, who had been the team’s regular centre-forward that season, of winning a medal. Chelsea was beaten 3-1 by Sheffield United in the final.

On 15th January 1916, the Football Battalion reached the front-line. During a two-week period in the trenches four members of the Football Battalion were killed and 33 were wounded. This included Woodward who was hit in the leg with a hand grenade. The injury to his right thigh was so serious that he was sent back to England to recover.

After convalescence Woodward did not return to the Western Front until August 1916. His leg had still not fully recovered, The Football Battalion had taken heavy casualties during the Somme offensive in July. And Vivian wished to be with his men, the battle was still going on when Woodward arrived. However, on 18th September a German attack involving poison gas killed 14 members of his battalion, it is possible that Vivian never got over the sights that confronted him, Chlorine and phosgene gases attacked the lungs ripping the very breath out of its victims. Mustard gas was worse. At least a respirator provided some defence against the chlorine and phosgene gases. Mustard gas attacked the skin - moist skin such as the eyes, armpits, and groin. It burned its way into its victim leaving searing blisters and unimaginable pain. Vivian was one of the first to join the company’s stretcher-bearers, helping to carry, the badly injured to some sort of safety,

In December 1916 the Brigade Inter-Company Football Tournament took place. The 17th Middlesex beat 1st Kings (12-0) and 2nd South Staffs (10-0) on the way to the final against the 34th Brigade RFA. Understandably, the Football Battalion won the tournament. It is not known who played in these matches but it seems likely that Captain Woodward played a prominent part in the victory. even with only one and a half legs.

On 26th March 1917 Woodward was sent back to England to be trained as a physical training instructor at the Physical and Recreation Training School Headquarters at Aldershot. In early 1918 Woodward joined the First Army in France. After the Armistice Woodward became the coach of the British Army Football team. In 1919, aged 39, he captained the English Army to victory in the final of the “Inter-Theatre-of-War Championship” at Stamford Bridge. Woodward scored one of the goals with his bad leg, in England’s 3-2 victory over the French Army.

Vivian Woodward was eventually demobilized on 23rd May 1919 and returned to his new home at the Towers, Weeley Heath, near Clacton. Although now over forty, he still played the occasional game for Chelmsford and Clacton. On 4th March, 1920, Woodward played for Essex against Suffolk. Despite scoring a stunning goal, he could not prevent Suffolk winning 4-3. Woodward played his last serious game on 15th September 1920 when he turned out for Chelsea in a charity match for the families of soldiers. he was 41.

Woodward retired from his successful architectural practice in order to run a farm He was especially proud that he had designed the main stand in the Antwerp Stadium that was used for the 1924 Olympic Games. He also established a diary business in Connaught Avenue, Frinton-on-Sea. Keeping his interest in football alive by serving as a director of Chelsea

During the Second World War Woodward was an Air Raid Warden. In 1949 he was taken ill and entered a nursing home in Castlebar Road, Ealing. In 1953 he was visited by the journalist, Bruce Harris, who reported that Woodward was “bedridden, paralysed, and infirm beyond his seventy-four years”. He never complained about his illness only the fact that none of his old friends, from Football had been to see him, for over two years. And he missed seeing them,

Tom Finney 30 (76) 0.3947 Ave
Nat Lofthouse 30 (33) 0.9091 ”
Steve Bloomer 28 (23) 1.2174 ”
Wayne Rooney 28 (71) 0.3943.
Vivian Woodward 29 (23) 1.2609 ”

These stats prove how good he was as a goal scorer.

As he lay in his bed, in a terrible state, he was asked by Harris if there was anything he could do for him,
Vivian looked towards some old flowers, that had been delivered, a while before and had died, for lack of water. He said, all I want now is someone to turn those black rose’s red.

Vivian Woodward died in the nursing home on 6th February, 1954. Still without any of his old footballer friends, visiting him, perhaps they never realized how great he was.

Universally acknowledged as one of the greatest British centre-forwards, it is ironic that Vivian Woodward was born, appropriately, in a house overlooking Kennington Oval, the venue of FA Cup finals

No one can deny how great the man must have been, and although, as an amateur he has never gained full recognition, there is no reason why he shouldn’t and that is why I have written this story,

Cubone

In the past 150 years there have been inventions that have changed the world. But in the pursuit of honesty and truth, you would only require to be allowed to link into a T.V. program, of the 21st century, and history would be changed for ever. Uncovering through, DNA links Genealogy routs, and a good old fashioned Lie detector.http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSjnp4HC528DMOFL0LxksqhdhAnW40aFngNznuFthw76AfB5OGz0w
Jeremy Kyle Show.
DNA profiling a technique employed by forensic scientists to assist in the identification of individuals by their respective DNA profiles. DNA profiles are encrypted sets of numbers that reflect a person’s DNA makeup, which can also be used as the person’s identifier. DNA profiling should not be confused with full genome sequencing. It is used in, for example, parental testing and criminal investigation..
Henry Hastings from Donington, Leicestershire, is attempting to right his name that has been stained for over 150 years, Born in 22nd of July 1842, it is factual that he ruined his family’s good name for ever, with out mentioning, the fortune in cash property and heirlooms, built up over many generations, lost through Gambling and Drug addiction. on a scale not seen at the time, taking with him the expectations, of a family, going back, as far as 1066, and the English Battle in there good name. however it is Henrys belief that people in high places, conspired of a period of time, to cause his downfall. BATTLE of HASTINGS
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The Battle of Hastings occurred on 14 October 1066 during the Norman conquest of England, between the Norman-French army of Duke William II of Normandy and the Anglo-Saxon army of King Harold II. It took place at Senlac Hill, approximately 61 miles from Hastings, close to the present-day town of Battle, East Sussex, and was a decisive Norman victory.
Harold II was killed in the battle—legend has it that he was shot through the eye with an arrow. Harold II became the last English king to die in battle on English soil until Richard III was killed at the Battle of Bosworth Field. The battle marked the last time a foreign invasion of the British Isles had been successful. Although there was further English resistance, this battle is seen as the point at which William gained control of England, becoming its first Norman ruler as King William I.
The famous Bayeux Tapestry depicts the events before and during the battle. Battle Abbey in East Sussex was subsequently built on the site of the conflict.
The House of Plantagenet a branch of the Angevins, was a royal house founded by Geoffrey V of Anjou, father of Henry II of England. Plantagenet kings first ruled the Kingdom of England in the 12th century. Their paternal ancestors originated in the French province of Gâtinais and gained the County of Anjou through marriage during the 11th century. The dynasty accumulated several other holdings, building the Angevin Empire which at its peak stretched from the Pyrenees to Ireland and the border with Scotland.
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RICHARD the FIRST out side the HOUSE of WESTMINSTER,
In total, fifteen Plantagenet monarchs, including those belonging to cadet branches, ruled England from 1154 until 1485. The senior branch ruled from Henry II of England until the deposition of Richard II of England in 1399. After that, a junior branch, the House of Lancaster, ruled for some fifty years, before clashing with another branch, the House of York, in a civil war known as the Wars of the Roses over control of England. After three ruling Lancastrian monarchs, the crown passed to three Yorkist monarchs, the last of whom, Richard III, was killed in battle during 1485. The legitimate male line went extinct with the execution of Richard’s nephew, Edward, Earl of Warwick in 1499. However an illegitimate scion, Arthur Plantagenet, Viscount Lisle, was active at the court of Henry VIII of England. Several illegitimate lines persist, including the Dukes of Beaufort.
A distinctive English culture and art emerged during the Plantagenet era, encouraged by some of the monarchs who were patrons of the “father of English poetry”, Geoffrey Chaucer. The Gothic architecture style was popular during the time, with buildings such as Westminster Abbey and York Minster remodelled in that style. There were also lasting developments in the social sector, such as John of England’s sealing of the MAGNA CARTA http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEsgdozdsUE/TffSVPpzfeI/AAAAAAAABW0/-liJgupaNs4/s320/magna-carta%255B1%255D.jpg
This was influential in the development of constitutional law. Political institutions such as the Parliament of England and the Model Parliament originate from the Plantagenet period, as do educational institutions including the universities of Cambridge and Oxford.
The eventful political climate of the day saw the Hundred Years’ War, where the Plantagenets battled with the House of Valois for control of the Kingdom of France, as both claimed House of Capet seniority. Some of the Plantagenet kings were renowned as warriors: Henry V of England left his mark with a famous victory against larger numbers at the Battle of Agincourt, while Richard the Lion heart had earlier distinguished himself in the Third Crusade; he was later romanticised as an iconic figure in English folklore.http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/dd/Royal_Arms_of_England_%281198-1340%29.svg/140px-Royal_Arms_of_England_%281198-1340%29.svg.pnghttp://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/cf/Battle_of_Hastings.jpg/300px-Battle_of_Hastings.jpg
Kings of England and the titles won or gained by the Plantagenet’s,
Lord of Ireland
Prince of Wales
Duke of Aquitaine
Duke of Normandy
Duke of Brittany
Count of Anjou
Count of Maine
Count of Nantes
Count of Poitou
Lord of Cyprus
Plantagenet claim to France
Plantagenet claim to Jerusalem
Plantagenet claim to Sicily
Plantagenet claim to Rome
Plantagenet claim to Castile
Founder being Geoffrey Plantagenet, Count of Anjou
Final sovereign
Richard III of England.

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(2 October 1452 – 22 August 1485) was King of England for two years, from 1483 until his death in 1485 during the Battle of Bosworth Field. He was the last king of the House of York and the last of the Plantagenet dynasty. His defeat at the Battle of Bosworth Field was the decisive battle of the Wars of the Roses and is sometimes regarded as the end of the middle Ages in England. He is the subject of an eponymous play by William Shakespeare.
When his brother Edward IV died in April 1483, Richard was named Lord Protector of the realm for Edward’s son and successor, the 12-year-old King Edward V. As the new king travelled to London from Ludlow, Richard met him and escorted him to London where he was lodged in the Tower. Edward V’s brother Richard later joined him there. Arrangements began to be made for Edward’s coronation on 22 June.
However, before the young king could be crowned, Edward IV’s marriage to the boys’ mother Elizabeth Woodville was publicly declared to be invalid, making their children illegitimate and ineligible for the throne. On 25 June an assembly of lords and commoners endorsed these claims. The following day Richard III officially began his reign. He was crowned on 6 July. The two young princes were not seen in public after August and there were subsequently a number of accusations that the boys had been murdered by Richard.
There were two major rebellions against Richard. The first, in October 1483, was led by staunch opponents of Edward IV and most notably by Richard’s former ally, Henry Stafford, 2nd Duke of Buckingham. The revolt collapsed and Buckingham was executed at Salisbury near the Bull’s Head Inn. In August 1485 there was another rebellion against Richard, headed by Henry Tudor, 2nd Earl of Richmond (later King Henry VII) and his uncle Jasper. Henry Tudor landed in Pembrokeshire, his birthplace, with a small contingent of French troops, and marched through Wales recruiting foot soldiers and skilled archers. Richard fell in the Battle of Bosworth Field, the last English king to die in battle (and the only king to die in battle on English soil since Harold II, at the Battle of Hastings in 1066).
Following the decisive Yorkist victory over the Lancastrians at the Battle of Tewkesbury, Richard had married the younger daughter of the Earl of Warwick, Anne Neville on 12 July 1472. Anne’s first husband had been Edward of Westminster, son of Henry VI.
Richard and Anne had one son, Edward of Middleham, who died not long after being created Prince of Wales. Richard also had two acknowledged illegitimate children: John of Gloucester, also known as ‘John of Pontefract’, and a daughter Katherine who married William Herbert, 2nd Earl of Pembroke in 1484. Michael Hicks and Josephine Wilkinson have suggested that Katharine’s mother may have been Katherine Haute, on the basis of the grant of an annual payment of 100 shillings made to her in 1477. The Haute family was related to the Woodvilles through the marriage of Elizabeth Woodville’s aunt, Joan Woodville to Sir William Haute. One of their children was Richard Haute, Controller of the Prince’s Household. Their daughter, Alice, married Sir John Fogge; they were ancestors to queen consort Catherine Parr, sixth wife of King Henry VIII. They also suggest that John’s mother may have been Alice Burgh. Richard visited Pontefract from 1471, in April and October 1473, and in early March 1474 for a week. On 1 March 1474 he granted Alice Burgh £20 a year for life “for certain special causes and considerations”. She later received another allowance, apparently for being engaged as nurse for Clarence’s son, Edward of Warwick. Richard continued her annuity when he became king.
Both of Richard’s illegitimate children survived him, but seem to have died without issue. Katharine was almost certainly arrested at Raglan Castle immediately after the Battle of Stoke Field in June 1487 and John was executed in 1491, both on the orders of Henry VII. Katharine apparently died prior to her cousin Elizabeth of York coronation on 25 November 1487. The mysterious Richard Plantagenet is also a possible illegitimate child of Richard III and is sometimes referred to as “Richard the Master- Builder”. He died in 1550.
At the time of his last stand against the Lancastrians, Richard was a widower without a legitimate son. After his son’s death, he had initially named his nephew, Edward, Earl of Warwick, Clarence’s young son and the nephew of Queen Anne Neville, as his heir. After Anne’s death, however, Richard named another nephew, John de la Pole, Earl of Lincoln, the son of his older sister Elizabeth. However, he was also negotiating with John II of Portugal to marry his sister, Joanna.
Richard’s death at Bosworth resulted in the end of the Plantagenet dynasty, which had ruled England since the succession of Henry II in 1154. The last male Plantagenet, Edward, Earl of Warwick (son of Richard III’s brother Clarence) was executed by Henry VII in 1499.
Richard’s Council of the North greatly improved conditions for Northern England, as commoners of that region were formerly without any substantial economic activity independent of London. Its descendant position was Secretary of State for the Northern Department.
In December 1483 he instituted what later became known as the Court of Requests, a court which poor people who could not afford legal representation could apply to, for their grievances to be heard. He also introduced bail in January 1484 to protect suspected felons from imprisonment before trial and protect their property from seizure during that time. He founded the College of Arms in 1484, he banned restrictions on the printing and sale of books, and he ordered the translation of the written Laws and Statutes from the traditional French into English.
The Battle of Bosworth Field (or the Battle of Bosworth) was the penultimate battle of the Wars of the Roses, the civil war between the House of Lancaster and the House of York that raged across England in the latter half of the 15th century. Fought on 22 August 1485, the battle was won by the Lancastrians. Their leader Henry Tudor, Earl of Richmond, became the first English monarch of the Tudor dynasty by his victory and subsequent marriage to a Yorkist princess. His opponent Richard III, the last king of the House of York, was killed in the battle. Historians consider Bosworth Field to mark the end of the Plantagenet dynasty, making it one of the defining moments of English history.

During December 2008 I read a report under the heading TRUTH it was a tale of a Television reporter, called Jeremy Kyle who had a show on Granada called The Jeremy Kyle Show,

Kyle was born in the Canning Town area of London. His father was an accountant and personal secretary to the Queen Mother. He attended the independent Reading Blue Coat School in Sonning, Berkshire and studied history and sociology at University of Surrey.
He met his first wife, Kirsty Rowley, in the autumn of 1988, when he was a recruitment consultant in an agency in Bristol. They became a couple within a fortnight, and were engaged two months after that, in December. They married in Almondsbury near Bristol seven months later, in July 1989. Their daughter, Harriet, was born eleven months after that, in June 1990. The marriage ended just five months after that, in November 1990. His wife claims that Kyle had carefully concealed a destructive and expensive GAMBLING HABIT from her over the course of their marriage. This included stealing money from her bank account, and accumulating thousands of pounds of debt to fund his habit. He is reported to have had several affairs during his short lived marriage.

Jeremy’s interest in Gambling and his fathers knowledge of English History and having worked for the Queen Mother, it was a wonderful opportunity to speak to someone who would be able to help me and my family. I wrote him a letter, to request a meeting, included with the latter was a full, report of the points I wish him to investigate, the information and facts I have included above.

Dated 21st August 2008.
Dear Jeremy.

I would be grateful if you would allow me to bring two relations of mine,, to state our case that our good name of Hastings, has be besmirched, historically and my name directly because of the lies and deceitfulness, by her Majesty Queen Victoria and the Prime Minister, William Lamb, 2nd Viscount Melbourne and that these two individuals, caused my downfall. and that of my family.

I also include a slanderous, statement printed in the news paper The Times, of me being “MAD HARRY.” “The person who ruined a market town”. This is a statement, I wish to repudiate the following, three individuals, should be invited, to disprove my case by the use of DNA and Lie Detection. Queen Victoria, her Mother, Princess Victoria of Saxe-Coburg-Saalfeld .and The Prime Minister, William Lamb, 2nd Viscount Melbourne,

Yours Sincerely

Henry Hastings,
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Following a delay. of 4 weeks I was invited along with my two guests, to attend the Television Studios, Granada Television, Manchester, were the show would take place.

I have produced the full documentation, for you the reader to conclude your own opinion as to the rights and wrongs of my argument.

Written in the first part, in my hand.

Henry, Wesford, Charles, Plantagenet,Rawdon, Hastings, 4th Marquis of Hastings.

I was born on the 22nd of July 1842, in Cavendish Square, known now as part of the West End, after my birth I was sent to the family estate at Donington Castle now Donington Hall.

During the next 10 years, I lost my father, George Augustus Francis, the 2nd Marquis of Hastings, aged 35, dying two years after my birth, my eldest brother, who had become the 3rd marquis, of Hastings, following fathers death, was in a minority, at 19 years and was waiting for this fulfilment at 21.
During the first month of 1851 Paulyn Reginald drowned in Dublin Bay, whilst with the Oxfordshire Light Infantry, causing a new minority, for I was only 9 years of age.

During the spell waiting, for my Title, the choice of what school to go to became an issue, my guardian, The Earl Howe a close friend of my father decided I would go to Eton but not until I was 13.

Before that date I spent 4 years, under the tuition of various teachers, and especially my oldest sister Edith. Who drummed into me the position I would be given on my 21st birthday as the 4th Marquis of Hastings. And my duty to family and country.

However the first realization that I gained was that my mother who had remarried, Admiral Sir Hastings Reginald Yelveton, an Irishman from County Kildare. would not change her ways, neither my step fathers naval record, or his patience could stop her becoming known as the Jolly Fast Marchiones, for the speed it took her to get to the Casino’s at Paris France and Baden Baden in Germany. After my fathers death,
The desertion of her duty’s to me and my four sisters, at Donington, affected us all in different ways, certainly all through my formative years, but Edith’s consistent, History Lessons, about the way that our name as Planagenets, had been scandalously affected as late as 1839, through my Auntie Flora, the flower of Hastings.
The story is worth telling thoroughly, and therefore will be.

Lady Flora Elizabeth Rawdon-Hastings was lady-in-waiting to Queen Victoria’s mother, the Duchess of Kent. Born to Francis Rawdon-Hastings, 1st Marquess of Hastings and his wife Flora Mure-Campbell, 6th Countess of Loudoun Flora’s oldest brother was. George Augustus Francis Rawdon-Hastings, 2nd Marquess of Hastings and my father.
LADY FLORA FUNERAL
Flora was “adored” by all her siblings but none more so than George.

Scandal
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The unmarried Lady Flora was allegedly having an affair with John Conroy, adviser to the Queen Mother, and also suspected as her lover, The Duchess’s daughter, Queen Victoria, detested Conroy. Flora and the Queen became hostile and unfriendly toward one another for this reason, and also because Flora disliked the Queen’s friend and mentor, Baroness Louise Lehzen, as well as the Prime Minister, Lord Melbourne.
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Sometime in 1839, Flora began to experience pain and swelling in her lower abdomen. She visited the Queen’s physician, Sir James Clark, Baronet, who could not diagnose her condition without an examination, which Flora refused. He assumed the abdominal growth was pregnancy. Sir James met with Flora twice a week from January 10 to February 16, 1839. Because Flora was unmarried, his suspicions were hushed up. However, Flora’s enemies, including Lehzen spread the rumour that she was “with child”, and eventually they told Prime Minister .Melbourne about the fears. On February 2, the Queen wrote in her diary that she suspected that Conroy, a man whom she loathed was the father.
The accusations were proven false when Flora finally consented to the physical examination by the royal doctors, who confirmed that she was not pregnant. She did, however, have an advanced, cancerous liver tumour, and had only months left to live.
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She died in London on July 5. and was buried at her family home, Loudoun Castle.
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She was 33 after her funeral. Conroy and her brother, Lord Hastings, stirred up a press campaign against both the Queen and Doctor Clark which attacked them for insulting and disgracing Flora with false rumours and for plotting against her and the entire Hastings family. The campaign also defamed the Queen’s “fellow conspirators”, as the guilty parties who had originated the false rumour of pregnancy.
The problem was that there word, as to proof, of any of my challenges were by word of mouth for no one could challenge the word of a queen and prime Minister, only.

Jeremy Kyle.

This incident when ever told to me by my sister Edith, raised a desire for retribution against Victoria or he son the Prince of Wales, based on the fact that Victoria, was not the daughter of The Duke of Kent. In my opinion so had no right, to her place on the British thrown. In fact the true, right to the crown rested in the hands of a Plantagenet.
LADY FLORA DEATH She was such a tiny, emaciated figure as she lay in her bed and so still that at the end that there was little perceived change between life and death. A gasp, a flutter of her hands and then, at a few minutes past two on the morning of July 5, 1839, Lady Flora Hastings was pronounced dead. She was 33 years old.
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So with a grudge against the Royal Household, and a gambling bug that was inherited from my grandfather the first Marquis of Hastings, and my mother the Marchioness Barbara plus being motherless from birth, to when I left the Hall. At the age of 13, I have been affected badly, by my motherless existence and my schooling at Eton an experience that stained my life for ever.
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End of Chapter One.

Chapter two.

Mad Harry. just a name.

George Edward Cecil Wigg,
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http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/53c875d4082f0296 Baron Wigg PC (Born 1900 – 11 August 1983) was a British politician who only served in relatively junior offices but by his power of personality, had a great deal of influence behind the scenes, especially with Harold Wilson. When away from a mirror, he thought he was James Bond, Wigg served in the British Army for almost all his career up to his election as Member of Parliament for Dudley in 1945. He was Parliamentary Private Secretary to Emanuel Shinwell during the Attlee government.
Well known for passing on gossip to Wilson, and when Labour won the 1964 election Wilson appointed Wigg as Paymaster-General. This was a cover up as his real responsibilities were many and varied. He was Wilson’s link to the Security Service and the Secret Intelligence Service.
Like the majority of Cynics, they hate and detest individuals, who they see as a threat, and set there whole mind to do them harm, in Georges case he hated and detested someone that had much in common.
Dennis (John) Profumo,http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41423000/jpg/_41423616_wife_pa.jpg 5th Baron OBE (30 January 1915 – 9 March 2006),
A British politician. His title, 5th Baron, which he did not use, was Italian. Although he held an increasingly responsible series of political posts in the 1950s, awarded an OBE (military) in recognition of gallant and distinguished service in Italy, on 21 December 1944.Specifically it was for his service on Field Marshal Harold Alexander’s staff commanding the 15th Army Group. In November 1947 he was awarded the Bronze Star Medal by the United States of America in recognition of distinguished services in the cause of the Allies.
Although he had lost his hair, during the war year, in civilian life he dressed like a film star, soft silk suits. top pocket handkerchiefs different colour every day, any young signature keeper would have done no better than to follow Porfumo around, for it seems that every up and coming starlit was on his arm. Every women he came into contact with fell in love with him., spoke softly, and a great orator, many had him marked down as a possible Prime Minister. at this time he first met the beautiful actress Valerie Hobson. ‘There was instant, electric sexual attraction,’ and it was not long before they were married.
George Wigg on the other hand was ugly. in looks much uglier by far in character. When there path crossed in Parliament, there was an instant dislike, during one debate, Porfumo made a fool of the bumbling Lord. to which the Dudley M.P. openly admitted that he would get his own back on the gallant soldier.
In July 1961, Profumo was invited to a party at Lord Astor’s pile, Cliveden, in the swimming pool were two beauties. Christine Keeler and Mandy Rice Davies. after a little fun in the pool. Jack and Christine, spent the rest of the day flirting.
What followed was a 3 week intense and illicit affair. wether Profumo had his card marked that it was dangerous or not I do not know but the relationship ended as quickly as it started.
Wigg in one of his muck raking exercises had been told about the party’s, and the relationship. He soon found out that there was more than one hero in Christine’s bed for Yevgeni Ivanov, a naval attaché at the embassy of the Soviet Union. Was her regular lover.
Any one who is inclined to extra marital activity, take my word having spent one evening in The Cedar Club, Birmingham just in the company of Mandy and Christine, when they were in there teens, they were two crackers, you couldn’t take your eyes off them. and Keeler could have hypnotised anyone.
In December 1962, a shooting incident in London involving two other men who were involved with Keeler led the press to investigate Christine, and reporters soon learned of her affairs with Profumo and Ivanov. But the British tradition of respecting the private lives of British politicians was maintained until March 1963, when George Wigg, claiming to be motivated by the national security aspects of the case, taking advantage of Parliamentary Privilege, referred in the House of Commons (i.e. under immunity from any possible legal action) to rumours that Profumo was having an affair with Keeler. Profumo then made a personal statement in which he admitted he knew Keeler but denied there was any “impropriety” in their relationship. (were have we heard that before)
This was a golden opportunity for Wigg to get his own back on his perceived enemy.
The self-appointed confidant of opposition leader Harold Wilson. who had sworn to “get Profumo” at the first opportunity, That opportunity arrived when the first rumours began to circulate at Westminster the pool side dalliance with Christine Keeler. What followed was the biggest Scandle for ages.

Its publication coincided with a report of the disappearance to Spain of Miss Keeler during an unrelated criminal trial. That the two stories appeared on the same front page was pure coincidence, but it gave a massive new twirl to the rumour mill, and in a late night debate the avenging Wigg saw his chance. Protected by parliamentary privilege, he drew attention to the rumours and challenged the government to confirm or deny them.A year later the government, now under Alec Douglas Home, was out and George Wigg had been appointed paymaster general by Wilson, in overall charge of rumours, scandals and general deviousness. He ended his career charged with kerb crawling. history confirming that although married he had a second wife? And child hidden away in London, who he visited twice a week, Hippocratic Fool.
What happened to the two antaganinist’s is worth repeating.
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John Profumo Shortly after his resignation Profumo began to work as a volunteer cleaning toilets at Toynbee Hall, a charity based in the East End of London, and continued to work there for the rest of his life.Peter Hitchens has written that Profumo “vanished into London’s East End for 40 years, doing quiet good works” Profumo “had to be persuaded to lay down his mop and lend a hand running the place”, eventually becoming Toynbee Hall’s chief fundraiser, and used his political skills and contacts to raise large sums of money. All this work was done as a volunteer, since Profumo was able to live on his inherited wealth. His wife also devoted herself to charity until her death in 1998. In the eyes of most commentators, Profumo’s charity work redeemed his reputation. The social reform campaigner Lord Longford said he “felt more admiration [for Profumo] than [for] all the men I’ve known in my lifetime”.[citation needed]
Profumo was awarded a CBE in 1975, which he received at a Buckingham Palace ceremony from Queen Elizabeth II, signalling his return to respectability. In 1995, former Conservative Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher invited him to her 70th birthday dinner, where he sat next to the Queen. He appeared only occasionally in public, particularly in his last years when he used a wheelchair. His last appearance was at the memorial service for Sir Edward Heath on 8 November 2005. In 2003, Profumo received the prestigious Beacon Fellowship Prize for his work at Toynbee Hall in countering social deprivation and exclusion. Death and tributes
On 7 March 2006, Profumo suffered a severe stroke and was admitted to London’s Chelsea and Westminster Hospital. He died two days later surrounded by his family. In the immediate aftermath of his death, most commentators said that he should be remembered as much for his contribution to society after his fall from political grace as for the scandal of 1963 which caused that fall.
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George Wigg. on the other hand had carried sweeping the floors, in any nook or cranie, In November 1967, he was appointed Chairman of the Horserace Betting Levy Board (Wigg loved horse racing) and left Parliament with a life peerage as Baron Wigg, of the Borough of Dudley. With very little knowledge of Bookmaking, he became chairman of BOLA Betting Offices Licence’s Association, it was just a ply to get a powerful voice amongst members of parliament, planning tax reform. I doubt his success by the fact that by 1974 the off course betting tax had increased massively, % was being deducted from the public making the industry unworkable.
In 1974 7 Irishmen carried out an audacious betting coup one of the best every planned,
At the time the IRA were attacking the British mainland regular. the Birmingham Bombing an utter disgrace. and others followed.
At 4.0 on Monday bank holiday, William Hill realized that the coup was uncontrollable for they had chosen a horse running at Cartmellhttp://www.cartmel-racecourse.co.uk/Site/Skin/Images/logo_cartmel.gif . were there was no telephone edging facilities, although they tired to send a representative to the Lake District, to shorten the price of the horse Gay Future, it was obvious that he would not make it in time.
George Wigg sitting at home in the midlands drinking his bottle of Gin. Received a call. From William Hill manager as William himself had died in 1971. the firm was now a public company.
“George there has been an organised betting scam. like Francassel, (Bath) and although the horse hasn’t won yet, I feel we should set in motion a meeting of the Association, for the next few days, to discuss how easy it would be to organise such a gamble, the team from Cork, known as the Irish Mafia. Are very dangerous.”
“If on the other hand it fails there will be no need.”
While waiting with interest, Wigg telephoned Benno Miller the West End Bookmaking agency of great repute and asked for £100 Win Gay Future, although Beno already had known about the coup since 12, noon. He took the bet,. After all Wigg was a yearly loser. And a compulsive gambler.
When Gay Future won, by 15 lengths, telephones to and from Lord Wigg were red hot, his first call was to the committee of BOLA and then his friend the head of police, followed by the head of M15. and his very close friend, Lord Rothchild.who appears several times in the book “Spycatcher” written by Peter Wright, who he hoped would clear the air over suspicions about his wartime role. He was still able to enter the premises of MI5 as a former employee. He was aware of suspicions that there was a “Mole” in MI5 but he felt himself to be above suspicion. While Edward Heath was Prime Minister he was a frequent visitor to Chequers, the Prime Minister’s country residence. Throughout his life he was a valued adviser on intelligence and science to both Conservative and Labour Governments. Ij fact it was Rothchilde who the Government had entrusted the Royal Commission of Gambling a year or to later.
This gamble was no longer a perpetual battle between Bookmaker and Punter,as described by the Judge in the case, but as far as Wigg and Rothschild it was a National Incident. Once Wigg was involved the Police had to ignore the Jockey Club, and handle it themselves.
The next day John Murphy, and his 6 Gambling partners, with betting tickets worth an estimated returns of £500,000 began to collect there winnings, from the very orchestrated gamble,
After the first 10 attempts it was clear that no Bookmaker was going to pay up easy, certainly not before BOLA had held an enquiry.
After there Tuesday meeting, Lord Wigg talked his members all the UK leading Bookmakers into reporting the matter to the police, under a charge of Fraud, bypassing the Jockey Club completely.
Murphy had been told that all the bets placed in Ireland had been honoured but only one bookmaker, Michael Simmons, head of Heathorn and Co, the country’s oldest and what’s more the most honest honourable firm,
When George Wigg, saw a break in ranks, he went berserk,
making an official statement to the press, that it would be wholly inappropriate to make any payment until the investigation by the police had been completed,”
I March 1975 whilst Bookmakers and many punters were getting ready for the start of the Cheltenham festival. They would have noticed a few men lingering about the public bars unlike your normal National Hunt enthusiast, all in dark drab, suits, not a check amongst them, however you would also see the men, referring to old battered photo’s after all they didn’t want to arrest, a jockey about to ride at the meeting, four of the planners were arrested, before the first race, this also could have been a massive incident and the UK police must have known this because they had 50 Policemen to pick up. Four. The instigators were taken to Kendal (Lake District) were they were united with Tony Collins the Scottish trainer,
When the case for fraud started in February 1976 only two remained on charge Tony Collins and Tony Murphy. All the others had been released.
The case before the Preston Crown Court will remain the most interesting of all cases against a Betting Coup. The Judge treated it all as a crack, (Irish fun and games) were the Bookmakers should pay up. He could see know massive confidence trick, just a clever bit of jiggery pokery, something that took place in the internal war, between Bookmakers and Punters.

The 70s was a period of spies in the cupboard, and I doubt this case was any different, and in involved intelligence, in the jury nothing would be left to chance, Rothchild and Wigg were to clever for that.
Even with the Judge making it clear that they should return a “Non Guilty” verdict. the two were found guilty of fraud.
That was not the end, for the judge a part time racing man, made his contempt for the jury’s verdict, clear, greatly disappointed, the team from Bola when he only passed a fine.
George Wigg will also go down in this whole affair, as the most cynical person in Whitehall. And I will be happy to confirm my opinion that the Cork Mafia had nothing what so ever to do with the IRA.
In the winter of 1981 the team of Corkians,held a party on the opening of the Gay Future Bar, In the New Victoria Hotel, Cork,
During the long evening there National Anthem “The Banks of my own Lovely Lee” was played, bringing tiers to there eyes,
When Tony Murphy was asked how he thought about the whole affair, with the U.K. Bookmakers refusing to pay and why did you leave the stakes behind,
“Once we knew that we were never going to get paid, we didn’t want the stake but hoped that one day the Bookmaker would pass it on to a racehorse charity but they never have. To this day 40 years later.
Tony Murphy died suddenly at his home in October 1982 without fully revealing how much they managed to get from the Bookmakers, and how much did they actually attempt to win.
The Bookmakers claimed, it was over a Million, in an attempt to make the case a much larger scam.
Tony has always stated that they only had £3,500 on at 10/1, I will keep the full amount to Tony to reveal. But what I will say there will never be a large SP Coup again,
Unless someone like Barney Curley, plans one, the Bookmakers made sure that there would be hedging facilities on every course in future, so that they could carry out a reverse, betting coup. By shortening the returns of any gambler, who dares to plan a little chicanery.
I can confirm that the Gamble of pulling the wool over they eyes of the Bookmaking industry that punters every were love. Is dead and berried. And the industry is a sorry state for all that.
Cubone