Saturday race review
Race 1 – Raging Force hit the ground like it owed it money—raging on roids, never losing that. Horseshoe Hill chased like a debt collector for 2nd, big eyeballs run. Lull over-raced early like a toddler on red cordial but worked home well into 3rd—manners pending.
Race 2 – African Daisy blinkers on, brain switched on—no idea where that effort came from but she brained them. Equilibrist snuck into 2nd like a 2am Maccas run—unexpected but very satisfying. Donwon was honest into 3rd, no complaints here.
Race 3 – Lordster took off like it had a jetpack on, stormed clear and said “catch me if you can”. Powder Man launched from the clouds like a missile into 2nd. Exit Fee should pay us for watching that run—ugly.
Race 4 – Diddle Dumpling jumped, led, and said “see ya”—gets the win. Golden Strand flew late into 2nd like a Jetstar flight finally landing. Codetta into the black book—ran that well even Stevie Wonder gave him a nod. Sister Daae... yikes. She’s officially on notice.
Race 5 – Storm The Ramparts jumped, led, and torched them—too good. Tarpaulin did everything wrong like it was its first day at school, knocked up late. First Landing gave chase, found 2nd, solid run.
Race 6 – Hi Dubai jumped, led, won... again. How do we keep falling for this pattern? Savagery Vibe found more trouble than a celebrity at a Diddy baby oil party—flashed late, should’ve won. Arts Alive massive return run, follow next time like it owes you money.
Race 7 – Good Banter stormed home in an absolute dog's breakfast of a race and somehow won. Cormac T tried to wrestle the win, just missed. Seafall found more traffic than the M4 on a Friday—complete forgive job.
Race 8 – Cloudland came from another postcode, stormed down the outside and wins—no one knows how, including the jockey. Cosmonova floated into 2nd like a space cadet. Fleetwood gave effort into 3rd. Cigar Flick never saw daylight—ran into more backsides than a nightclub bouncer. Total forget run.
Race 9 – Estadio Mestalla loomed up, wanted it more, and snatched it. Robusto—yes, Robusto—snuck into 2nd like it had a disguise on. Accredited stuck on for a gutsy 3rd. Green Fly had every chance and was just plain—next.
Race 10 – Brave One dug deep and held on like a pub lock-in. Little Cointreau laid out under pressure like a beach towel—cost herself the win. Sacred Rocks rattled home late like it just remembered the race was still on.
Elsewhere for Fat Jockey's Bank –
Valentiago fought hard into 2nd—big run.
Ant (down in Melbourne) was boxed up, found daylight late, and charged up the inside to just miss. File that one under "how did that not win?!"
Summary: A glorious day of betting, black-booking, bafflement, and a bank balance boost for the Fat Jockey faithful. Giddy up! 🐎💰
