happy with the result?â
âIâd have preferred it if heâd won, obviously, but he ran above his rating, so I canât complain.â
âWere you happy about the way he was ridden?â
âI suppose so. Dave Swinton rode him.â He opened his hands, palms up, as if to say how could he possibly complain about the late champion jockey?
âBut the horse was badly boxed in coming round the final bend and had to drop back before making his run.â
âI know,â he said, âbut Iâd told Dave Swinton that Chiltern Line liked to run close to the rail. Always does at home, so it may have been my fault he was in that position.â
I wasnât completely convinced, but there seemed to be nothing further to say on the matter.
âWell, thatâs all,â I said. âThank you for your time.â
âNo problem,â Tom said, and Mr. and Mrs. Valdemon smiled.
I began to turn away but then turned back to face him. âJust one last thing. Did Dave Swinton ever ask you for an extra âgiftâ to ride your horses?â
He blushed.
âIn what way?â he asked, but he knew exactly in what way I was talking about.
âAs an extra riding fee?â
âWhy would he do that?â
âLook,â I said. âI know he asked others. I just want to knowif he asked you. Itâs not against the Rules of Racing.â At least, I didnât think so, even though any unregistered payments in cash were always frowned upon, and maybe they did break one or the other of the myriad obscure BHA regulations.
âHe called me and said heâd ride my horses, but he wanted an extra hundred and fifty pounds each time to ride them. I said I wouldnât pay thatâI couldnât afford itâso I told him Iâd get someone else to ride them. But then he said heâd do it for just a hundred, and an additional cut of any prize money.â
âHow big an additional cut?â I asked.
âAs much again as the rules state, paid in cash to him as a gift. I had to get my owners to agree, as they had to pay it.â
Mr. and Mrs. Valdemon nodded at me in unison.
âWe thought it was worth it to get his services,â said Mrs. Valdemon in a soft Black Country accent. âHe won two races for us before.â She squeezed her husbandâs hand. âAnd he should have been riding Peach of a Day for us this afternoon. It is such a dreadful thing to have happened to him, isnât it?â
âIndeed it is,â I agreed.
I left the three of them to their drinks and went outside to watch the second race from the grandstandâa not very exciting-looking two-and-a-half-mile novice hurdle race for conditional jockeys.
Inexperienced riders on inexperienced horsesânot surprisingly, it was a recipe for disaster.
Southwell racetrack is a flat oval with two long stretches joined by sharp semicircular bends. It is just over a mile around, which means that in a two-and-a-half-mile race the horses have to complete two and a bit full circuits. Hence, the start was between the second last and final hurdles.
The seven runners jumped off fairly well and, as is always the way in novice hurdle races, they clattered their way noisily over the first obstacle.
As they passed in front of the grandstand for the first time, one of them tried to dive back down the chute toward the parade ring and the stables. The poor fresh-faced jockey was caught completely unawares and was unceremoniously dumped onto the turf in full view of the meager crowd, much to the enjoyment of most.
The remaining six continued on their way around the sharp turn and down the back stretch, negotiating the hurdles with little drama.
That was reserved for later.
Two of the young jockeys obviously couldnât count up to three and rode out a finish between them when there was still a whole circuit of the course to complete. Their embarrassment was compounded when
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