Who’d have thought on a day with a $28 pop winning a Group 1 and Trekking falling flat on his face, the true hero of the day would be an expat North Queenslander making it 10 wins in a row in the Recognition Stakes at Doomben.

I think the best part of The Harrovian story was that he was a well-beaten 8th in his last Victorian start in May 2018, and up to then had only won twice from 13 starts.

He then had a year between runs in the time he went up to North Queensland, and since then, his Sunshine State record is 16 starts for 14 wins and 2 seconds, including once lugging 67 kilos to victory at Cairns.

The absolute definition of a cult hero horse – Start pouring the concrete out the front of Cannon Park in Cairns, he’ll be getting a statue.

On another note, it was another eventful day at the Waterford TAB.

I came in just after midday after dropping the neighbours at Ascot (Apparently that’s in Belmont), and The Gabster announced he’s not bothering to study the form anymore, and that he’s only going to pick names and numbers, which he’s pretty much been doing anyway with his Number 8s.

Then, in true Gabbie style, he once again claimed he hasn’t had a win at the Waterford TAB since the ‘People of Asian descent’ took over, despite getting an all-up (As witnessed by my friend Mr Alfonse) on Friday, and that all of his punting associates can once again get ‘farked’, because they never give him winners.

Never change Gab, never change.

Another One in Race 3 at Rosehill – 6th

Another One bites the dust
Another One bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another One bites the dust
Hey, I’m gonna get you too
Another One bites the dust!

Deep Speed in the McKenzie Stakes at Moonee Valley – 2nd

A very good run from Deep Speed – Pinged the lids, left nothing out there, all told he comfortably beat the other runners…

But Ocean Beyond just stuck to him like crap to a blanket on speed, laid it down in the straight, and was just that smidgen too good.

Turns out that was the closest I got to even sniffing a win in the Chalk Eaters.

Trekking in the Winterbottom Stakes at Ascot – 4th

Now, was I shitting bricks when I saw Trekking had been backed into $1.70?

Yes.

Was I shitting bricks when he got back and caught in the ruck?

Yes.

Was I suddenly realising what was about to happen when Celebrity Queen straight up went past Trekking?

Yes.

Was I visibly annoyed when I had money back for 3rd and he ran 4th?

Shit yes.

Yeah, it was nothing short of a fizzer – The entire country behind Pike and Cummings, and ultimately, the Group 1 performer and the seemingly clear cut pick got beaten out by rickety old Rock Magic, a horse so old he qualifies for the pension.

I do feel for those on the Eastern seaboard – Waiting until 8:30 to watch your multi tickets get burned.

Cambist in Race 10 at Ascot – 6th

It fills me with tremendous confidence seeing something get backed into $5.50, then fly out to $11 after apparently parading badly…

Then justify why they drifted by not getting a frikkin’ run at any point while the race was still up for grabs.

It’s quite fitting that Cambist is trained by a Lockwood, because she was under lock and key most of that race.

That summed up that last hour of the day – Then, when Shaun O’Donnell finally got a run at the 200m, having spotted Mystery Miss a length, Cambist rattled home and finished a length off the equally luckless Money Maher in 3rd.

What could’ve been…

Crazy Colin’s Wine Drinkin’ Pick Of The Day

Laying Prezado in the Carlyon Stakes at Moonee Valley – Correct (Ran 3rd)

No need for The Hucklebuck today from Crazy Colin, as he called out the supposed 1000m specialist Prezado, who sat 3rd on the fence getting the gun run with Jamie Kah aboard, only to get the Grand View of Grandview Avenue in front of him soaring past and winning the Carlyon Stakes by an absolute street.

Prezado pretty much got run off his legs trying to keep pace, but still pretty comfortably held on to run 3rd after being passed late by Prophet’s Thumb, with the backmarkers flashing late.

Welcome back Colin, you little old winer drinker you.