Thursday 31 July 2014

Redcar Racecourse






Racecourse number: 36
First visited: 1996
Number of visits: 2

My two visits to Redcar so far have both been momentous days, one for horse racing itself and one for my family. In 1996 I attended Redcar for the first time the day Frankie Dettori went through the card at Ascot with his famous magnificent seven winners. In 2013 my family were VIP guests for the day with a sponsored race and hospitality, courtesy of a colouring competition win by my nine year old daughter.

In 1996 my visit to Redcar with future wife Claire saw me complete my "Go Racing In Yorkshire" target. All nine Yorkshire courses now complete, a mini tour which would become a nationwide one. Now I like to plan ahead but when it comes to great moments in sporting history often they come in unexpected ways and on unexpected days. They can't be planned in. So at Redcar in 1996 I had only a minor interest in what was going on at Ascot. I was focused on my first visit to Redcar. I had a couple of losing bets on the first two away races at Ascot and I was aware that Frankie had won them both, but thought little of it and spent the rest of the day watching Redcar only. In the mid nineties I was a member of the Elite Racing Club, something I thoroughly enjoyed. Running that day was an old favourite for the club McGullycuddy Reeks ridden by Kim Tinkler. She ran respectably in race two but did not trouble the leaders finishing sixth. At Redcar I managed a couple of winners including in the fifth race. Windsor Castle, trained by Paul Cole and in the famous Fahd Salman green colours was an easy winner, albeit odds on. A winner is a winner though. My strategy at race meetings driven to is always to make a move before the last or second last race. I am not one for queueing in car parks and horse racing is a little unique in sport in that sneaking off a little early normally means you don't miss much! Normally. The final race is often the least significant. On this day it meant I was well on my way home by the time Frankie steered home his seventh winner at Ascot Fujiyama Quest. Every time I see the race I still think he will get beat. One or two of his earlier wins were similarly unlikely but what a great result for racing and the many punters who were part of this history with a big win. Shame I really didn't tune it to it happening. No Twitter updates or text messages in 1996 and no racecourse announcement prior to me leaving. Surely on my next visit to Redcar in 2013 I would learn my lesson and keep an eye on what was happening at the other meetings! I didn't and it would cost me again.

When me and Claire returned seventeen years later we had two children in tow and one of them to thank for the wonderful day ahead. So wonderful it makes my top ten days at the races list. More on that later. A few weeks earlier we had received a mailing from Redcar Racecourse with the fixtures for the year ahead and a colouring competition promoting the Easter Monday family fixture. The first prize was a VIP family day at the races including a three course meal and a sponsored race. To be fair to Rachel she really deserved the win as she spent a lot of time and thought carefully putting together the winning entry. She included plenty of red within the entry and really took her time to ensure the entry was top quality.  So it was with great excitement we arrived to watch the The Rachel Tomlinson Designed Today's Racecard Cover Handicap Stakes. We arrived as the gates opened. The day started well and just kept getting better. Prior to the first race we were treated to a three course meal and drinks in the Voltiguer restaurant within the main grandstand. Our host for the day Caroline Smith had already made us feel super welcome on arrival and this quality treatment would continue throughout the day. Following an excellent meal we just had time to assess the runners for the first race. One of our selections Foreign Rhythm romped home at 8-1. A great start.

On collecting our winnings I bumped into my now retired former trainer Chris Thornton. We had a chat about Rachel's race but mainly discussed up and coming trainer Philip Kirby. Phil had first come to my attention two years earlier when his horse Agglestone Rock had won my own sponsored race (for my 40th birthday) at Haydock Park. Since then I had followed his progress closely and backed most of his runners with increasing success. A few months earlier by outrageous co-incidence Phil had moved his training operation to Middleham and taken up residence at Chris' old yard Sharp Hill Farm. Following a clear endorsement of Phil's potential I joined the others to get ready for Rachel's race.

We watched the race in the racecourse office in close proximity to the winners enclosure for the post race presentation. Not the most exciting view of the race but in many ways it was the most interesting racing insight of the day. Inside the office with us along side a few racecourse staff was the wife of jockey Michael O'Connell whose fancied ride in the race was now a non runner. In the next ten minutes I was to witness the true nature and competitiveness of horse racing. Pre-race she was already frustrated as he had missed the choice of another fancied runner in Zaplamation. Instead he would carry jockey Barry McHugh and the burden of being my selection in the race. Three furlongs out in this two mile contest, Zaplamation was cruising through the field with McHugh totally motionless. The growing certainty of a Zaplamation victory was too much for Mrs. O'Connell. She simply could not watch and had to leave! Oblivious to this situation the kids watched an easy win for Zaplamation and another winner for Dad. 









Following the presentation Rachel herself was then presented with an Easter Egg hamper which was well received by a decent sized crowd around the winners enclosure. Rachel did really well and was never concerned or nervous about proceedings. We then, in a further surprise joined the winning connections in a private bar area to enjoy a glass of champagne whilst watching a re-run of the race. The owners and representative of trainer John Quinn were in bullish mood following such an easy win and I really enjoyed the experience. I would follow Zaplamation over the coming seasons. This versatile but quirky character would win again including an impressive hurdles victory at Wetherby.






My  knowledge of horse racing has always been pretty comprehensive but has never really extended to the area of breeding. On this day fate would see me make an exception and as a consequence back two more winners. In race three I was very much undecided between three fancied runners. Upon seeing Go Go Green was by Acclamation the same sire as Zaplamation that was good enough for me. The ground at Redcar that day was quite unusual, soft but drying out in the sun and wind. Many runners were unlikely to act on this tacky ground. If one son of Acclamation was suited by it I knew enough to know another would likely be also. My theory worked out when Go Go Green won, albeit in a rare dead heat. He would also survive a stewards enquiry to add to the drama of the day. We then crossed over to the central course enclosure where the kids enjoyed half an hour on a bouncy castle assault course. Meanwhile I had a challenge of my own, race four. Now prior to racing I had absolutely no intention of backing Fieldgunner Kirkup who I felt, stepped up in trip would not get home. However as he was another son of Acclamation I re-invested some of our winnings in what was fast becoming a secret weapon. When Fieldgunner Kirkup saw off multiple challengers in the final two furlongs to make it a hat-trick of wins for my now favourite sire I was full of confidence and excitement. As you can imagine my next action was to scan the remaining card for other runners by Acclamation, but it was not to be. Race five saw me have my first losing race with my selection Big Johnny D one paced in third place.

We were not finished yet though. A bag of sweets later we watched the runners parading for race six, a tricky sprint handicap. We decided to split our money. Half was invested on my choice Baltic Bomber, a course and distance winner trained by John Quinn and ridden by Michael O'Connell. The other half on the kid's choice Captian Scooby who had a cool name. I was happy to oblige. Soon positioned in the stands adjacent to the winning post the final twenty seconds of this race provided a fantastic memory and in a way encapsulated the whole day. As the race began to unfold Baltic Bomber was clearly beaten for the unlucky O'Connells but positioned in midfield and moving forward Captain Scooby was not without a chance. One by one Richard Guest's gelding picked off the other contenders but there was one more to pass and only half a furlong to do it. By this stage all four of us were screaming the stand down, particularly five year old Jake, as Captian Scooby closed to within half a length, then a neck but surely too late as the line approached. With one final desperate surge jockey Amy Ryan got him home in the shadow of the post to win in a photo at 8-1. As a group we gleefully collected our winnings. 

Time to go before the last race as normal but Redcar still had a couple of surprises up their sleeve as we went to collect Rachel's Easter Egg Hamper. She was given a race card signed by all the jockeys in her race and a DVD of the race itself. Later we were sent a copy of the official photograph of the race (below) showing the runners going out on their final circuit in front of the busy stands. Zaplamation and Barry McHugh are tucked away in black and pink with the nose band.




Thanks very much to Redcar racecourse and of course to Rachel. What a fantastic day, but once again I had forgotten  to pay attention to the other meetings. Philip Kirby managed a four timer including a 14-1 winner out of seven runners and I somehow contrived, caught up in the day at Redcar to back a total of none of them! What I did decide that day however is that my next racehorse share would be with Philip Kirby. As we drove home I could look forward to plenty more wonderful racing days ahead.