[dropcap]O[/dropcap]ne of the first tracks I used to go to, as a teenager, to watch open-race, Greyhound Racing, was Portsmouth. ‘Pompey’ was a real dog-track. And it had a character. The Inside-hare. The metal roofed stand. The local bookmakers. And a busy and buzzy, always opinionated, betting-ring.
And there was a young trainer there. A quiet chap. Softly spoken. Likeable to all. But determined looking.
His name was Graham Holland.
Graham, you are now the champion trainer. YOU have the best dogs. YOUR dog is Derby favourite. And so many people are so pleased for you. GOOD LUCK TOMORROW NIGHT.
In other news:
As part of my continued journey of relentless attention-seeking and self-promotion, I was invited to make a speech at this week’s Derby Lunch.
Over and out, B x