A Matter Of Timing

A very interesting advertisement appeared in last Saturday’s Racing Post.


It was in the recruitment section and was from the British Horseracing Authority (BHA) and was for a “Race Times and Race Planning Executive.”


The advertisement states the jobholder will “manage the coordination of all race times across the UK, ensuring optimal intervals and avoiding any race clashes.”


All I can say is – not before time.


It is bad enough when races are delayed, resulting in clashes. However the weekend before last there was a clash of races actually built into the schedule.


The Charlie Hall Chase at Wetherby, the feature race of the day incidentally, was scheduled to go off at 2:55.


The “standard” time for the 3m 1f contest is 6’ 5”, yet there was a Listed contest scheduled to go off at Ascot at 3:00, meaning even if the Charlie Hall went of bang on time the Ascot race was due to start as the feature race was building up to a climax.


Notwithstanding the clash built into the schedule one would have expected the start of the Ascot contest to have been delayed until the Charlie Hall had finished.


Of course nothing of the sort happened, the Ascot race was off on time resulting in a clash.


Paul Struthers, the BHA’s Media Relations Manager has stated, “There is someone who is office based on Monday to Friday who helps to co-ordinate any amendments to off times Monday to Friday. At a weekend the responsibility lies with the Stewards.”


Well clearly the communication between Stewards is not working.


Having races clashing does not help anybody, punters get frustrated, bookmakers potentially lose revenue and even broadcasters have to resort to split screen presentations which are far from ideal.


Now I happen to think avoiding clashes is more a matter of common sense than rocket science.


So here are my high level suggestions for avoiding clashes.

1. Plan the race times correctly in the first instance. If there are, for example, two jump fixtures and two flat fixtures then alternate in the scheduling going jump, flat, jump , flat. Do not schedule jump, jump, flat, flat.


2. Ensure there are adequate gaps in the initial programming. When there is a race with a standard time of six minutes, do not schedule the next race elsewhere to go off in five minutes. The minimum gap between “off times” should be the standard time plus two minutes.


3. Avoid the obsession with off times having to be on the “five minutes” , whilst the gaps between races should be as regular as possible, is it a big issue if a race is scheduled to go off at 3:03 instead of 3:00?


4. It is a fact of life that race starts will be delayed due to unforeseen circumstances. However there are plenty of occasions where there is no obvious reason for a delay. For any race where the race is more than two minutes later than its agreed off time the stewards should hold an enquiry. If the delay was avoidable, e.g. jockeys late from the weighing room, a trainer late sending a horse to the parade ring, loading not beginning soon enough, then those responsible should be punished. The onus should be on the course to prove the delay was not avoidable.


5. When races do become delayed then the schedule, across all courses, needs to be proactively reviewed and managed. This should be done centrally and should not be left to individual teams of Stewards to arrange. The individual responsible should have the authority to override local Stewards.

Clearly managing race times is a great deal simpler on days where there are two or three concurrent meetings. When there are four or five it becomes more tricky and on Bank Holidays it is an impossibility to avoid clashed, in which case the emphasis should be to avoid clashes at the principal meetings.


The individual responsible for coordination should have the authority, for example, to put all races back five minutes. Or where there is sufficient leeway just delay the start of the next race by a couple of minutes.


We are in the 21st Century and all key players at a meeting are in radio contact.


As I said it is not rocket science and it can work. I recall being at Ffos Las on St Leger day. The St Leger was running late and there would have been a clash had the Ffos Las race gone off on time. What happened was the runners in the Ffos Las race were back for five minutes and loading began once the St Leger finished. No histrionics or dramatics. Punters at Ffos Las were kept informed and the time was made up by the end of the afternoon.


In that last paragraph I touched on one key aspect of the whole plan – communication. It is essential that spectators on the course, punters in the betting shops and at home are kept informed of what is happening. It is essential that racecourses, bookmakers and broadcasters are kept fully aware of what is happening and the information is disseminated as quickly as possible.


Of course changes to race time can be kept to a minimum provided the initial off times are realistic and that avoidable delays are eliminated as much as possible.

I could quite easily do the job for the BHA, it’s just a pity they cannot afford me.

The (Sand) Pits Of Racing

As a large number of racing eyes pan west towards the, self proclaimed, World Championships – i.e. that overblown excess in self indulgence known as the Breeders Cup, opinion here has been divided as some celebrate and others bemoan the 20th anniversary of “all-weather” racing in this country.



I have always though the term “all-weather” to be a misnomer – after all was the first scheduled meeting not abandoned to fog? And there have been many abandonments over the past twenty years due to adverse weather conditions.



The term “all-weather” was actually coined as a marketing ploy as the original point of the artificial surface racing was to provide an alternative in the depths of winter when the weather decimated jump racing.



Since those early days of backup meetings all-weather has spread, like a cancer, through the sport so in 2010 we have 302 all-weather meetings scheduled and, doubtless, that number will increase should we see the widespread abandonment s of National Hunt fixtures.



I suppose one “positive” is they have stopped selling the line that all-weather racing is provided as a backup for turf cancellations.



It is not – it is provided as generally low grade betting fodder, solely for the benefit of high street bookmakers.



Yes I concede it isn’t all low grade, there are even some listed races run on the all-weather but 85% is low grade fare contested not by “has been” runners but by “never will be” runners.



Take a look at next years fixture lists. Of the 302 meetings 110 are evening fixtures outside the main evening racing season – in other words meetings run exclusively for the benefit of bookmakers to provide betting opportunities for the mug and compulsive gambler in the evenings.



Looking at the attendance figures is certainly enlightening.



The figures suggest AW is not that popular with racegoers and apologies for the stats but they make interesting reading.



Here are the attendance figures for 2009 to date (up to last Tuesday)



National Hunt



No Of Meetings: 375

Mean Average Attendance: 4,053

Median Average Attendance: 2,432

Highest: 78,790

Lowest: 621



Flat Turf



No Of Meetings: 586

Mean Average Attendance: 5,733

Median Average Attendance: 3,283

Highest: 66,852

Lowest: 535



All-weather



No Of Meetings: 237

Mean Average Attendance: 819

Median Average Attendance: 688

Highest: 3,318

Lowest: 144



Size Of Crowd By Meeting type



National Hunt



500 - 1000: 21 (5.6%)

1001 - 3000: 214 (57.07%)

3001 - 5000: 81 (21.6%)

5001 - 10000: 40 (10.67%)

10001 - 25000: 12 (3.2%)

> 25000: 7 (1.87%)



Flat Turf



500 - 1000: 43 (7.34%)

1001 - 3000: 217 (37.03%)

3001 - 5000: 132 (22.53%)

5001 - 10000: 114 (19.45%)

10001 - 25000: 64 (10.92%)

> 25000: 16 (2.73%)



AW



<500: 59 (24.89%)

500 - 1000: 126 (53.16%)

1001 - 3000: 50 (21.10%)

3001 - 5000: 2 (0.08%)

Whichever way you look at the figures the racegoing public, even after 20 years, do not like the all-weather product.



Add to the equation the exceptionally weak on course betting market. A combination small “crowds” coupled with just three or four bookmakers not being uncommon. One wonders what the attraction of the all-weather racing is.



I am not calling for the abolition of all-weather racing, it has its place, however it needs to be tempered. It needs to revert to what it was initially set up to provide. In other words a back-up option for use in inclement weather.



One of the delights of British racing is its diversity.



Take a week in April where I went to Ayr (Scottish National), Kempton (AW), Towcester, Epsom, Fontwell and Sandown. Six courses, including an all-weather fixture, and every one completely different in character – for me that is the attraction of racing in this country.



In January when we lost all the jump racing I went to five AW meetings in one week - I had almost lost the will to live by the end of it - just down to the sheer repetitiveness of it all. The only bright note was one of the meetings proved to be the death knell of Great Leighs.



If I lived in the United States I would despair, I certainly would not be a follower of racing where the “sport” consists of a homogenous mass of flat oval courses, where races of 1½ miles are considered to be marathon races.



Calling the Breeders Cup the World Championships is just sheer arrogance on the part of the Americans. By all means incorporate it into part of a World Series which, on a points basis, could take in top races around the world at different tracks and on different surfaces.



Until then the Breeders Cup, for me, is just another all-weather fixture, albeit with a better quality than a Kempton Wednesday evening or Wolverhampton Monday afternoon fixture.

Old Friends

It has been a non-racing ten days as I have been spending time preparing for my in-laws Diamond Wedding celebrations.

Sixty years is a long time to be together, especially in this day and age where marriage seems to be viewed in some quarters like any other commodity – one that can be thrown away when interest has waned.

One present I worked on, which has almost been a twelve hour a day task for a week, was building a DVD of their lifetimes. A combination of family photographs from their childhood days in the 1920’s through to the present day and I interspersed news archive from over the years.

It really bought home just how life has changed in the last 80 odd years.

The longevity of my in-laws marriage also made me think of racing and, as the seasons change, the differences between flat and national hunt.

I make no secret of the fact I prefer the jumps scene. Partly because I find the racing itself more enjoyable and exciting but, as importantly, the horses seem to be around for ever.

You only have to look at the racing news over the past week to see how many top flat runners have beef “retired” at three or four years of age, Sea The Stars , Ghanaati and Look Here amongst them.

There are very few flat horses who reappear again and again, generally those who do are low class with no breeding potential. Of course, there is always the exception which proves the rule, the most notable being Yeats, who was retired earlier this month – seemingly part of the fixtures and fittings at Royal Ascot, having won the Gold Cup four times.

With National Hunt it is different, the horses keep coming back season after season and we never tire of the big clashes, even if it is the umpteenth time the horses in question may have lined up together.

The runners really do become part of the furniture they are around long enough to etch a place in the hearts of racegoers. When the great jump horses ,who have been around for years, finally do hang up their racing shoes or, like Inglis Drever, finally pass away. They really are missed, like losing an old friend.

Of course the jump horses, especially the males, will tend to be around longer as they have no value at stud, with 99.9% of jumping males having had their “tackle” despatched.

Perhaps us human males feel a twinge of sympathy for their emasculation?

So as I celebrate my in-laws long marriage, I also celebrate the start of the national hunt “season” proper and look forward to the return of some old friends, starting at Aintree tomorrow – bring it on.

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As a footnote to the flat season, congratulations to trainer Mark Johnston for training 200 British winners in a season.

Dignity In Death

I realise I am at risk of being called a stupid sentimentalist for writing this article but it is something I need to get off my chest.

It is a sad reality that in this sport of ours some horses will pay the ultimate price during a race, especially in National Hunt racing. Although it has to be admitted, thankfully, the number of fatalities is declining thanks to better regulation and safer course design.

In most cases, although not a pleasant job, the matter is dealt with efficiently and with a certain amount of dignity, or as much dignity as can be mustered in removing a dead horse from the course.

At most courses they have a separate box for the removal of dead horses and at the overwhelming majority of courses the box used for this task looks no different than the horse ambulance or any small horsebox. To the uninitiated or casual observer they would not know if the horse was being taken away in an ambulance or knackers box. To those “in the know” the usual difference is the ambulance is towed by a 4x4 and the knackers box by a tractor.

This is not to say racing should gloss over fatalities on the course, far from it and whenever I report on a race which has seen a horse pay the ultimate price, I mention it.

By contrast the approach of the Press Association when producing their “comments in running” is questionable in they steadfastly refuse to acknowledge any equine fatality. Such an approach plays into the hands of opponents of the sport, who will rightly claim the deaths are being covered up.

At Hexham on Saturday the old Cartmel stalwart Michaels Dream was tragically killed at the first flight in the home straight and later on in the afternoon Jamaica Man broke down on his debut, also in the home straight, although in this case further away from the crowds.

Instead of using a “box” to remove the horses from the course, the means of disposal was a flat bed trailer on the back of a tractor and once loaded the body was covered by throwing a tarpaulin over the top.

I know we have to accept the “ugly” side of our sport but having a horse dragged onto the back of a flat bed trailer just seemed to be totally lacking in dignity and added to what was already a distressing scene.

I am not suggesting that we anthropomorphise horses but I see no issue with affording them some dignity. My view is not unique, I heard several comments at the course, including from seasoned, dare I say hardened, racegoers saying it did not look good.

As I have already said there is no easy way to remove dead horses but by using a box, similar to the horse ambulance, it visually lessens the impact and affords some decency to the noble beast.

If a human dies in the street the body is still taken away by ambulance, it is not loaded into the back of a truck and covered with a tarpaulin.

There are those who would argue that Hexham’s approach is right and the fact horses die should not be hidden from the public. To an extent I agree, although if the courses were to forward that argument, I would counter they should not be afraid to announce over the PA when a horse has been “killed in action”. Racegoers want to know, racegoers need to know, racegoers have a right to know.

I hope that Hexham will get rid of the flat bed and follow the example of other courses in using a box to remove their casualties.

I must stress my only criticism of Hexham is in the use of the flat bed for removing the corpse. The speed of response by the veterinary teams and the care given to the horses was, as always, exemplary.

Indeed compared with the “treatment” afforded to stricken horses at, for example, French provincial courses, we have absolutely nothing to complain about in this country.

At a time when our sport, and especially the jumping game, is coming under constant attack by the so called “animal rights” lobby, we in racing need to avoid scoring own goals.

In the scheme of things the use of a flat bed is probably the least of racings worries but it is a simple one to address.

Prior to publishing this article I did send a copy to Hexham racecourse for comment and received the following response from Managing Director, Charles Enderby, “Although we have never had criticism over the years of our flatbed, I think, as you point out, it is time for improvement.

I plan to use our old Horse Ambulance for future collection of dead horses. Hopefully this will start on the 6th November, but if the adaption takes a little longer, it will be in use for our 18th November meeting onwards.”

Full marks to Charles Enderby for his proactive response.

A Matter Of Culture?

Perhaps I am odd?

Well, actually, many who know me would probably say I am odd but that is another story.

The context in which I make the statement today is I seem to be one of the small minority who does not need to have alcohol to enjoy a day at the races. I can enjoy the atmosphere, excitement and passion without having to resort to ingesting chemicals to help me enjoy the day.

Now let me make one thing clear before we continue, I have nothing against alcohol per-se, indeed it would be somewhat hypocritical of me to denounce what some call the demon drink – I was once a heavy drinker myself.

What does irritate me is people who cannot take their drink. For all the vast amounts of alcohol I used to drink I never once got in a fight, never once became a nuisance to others, unless you classify telling terrible jokes as being a nuisance!!

Yet an increasing number of drinkers now become, at best an irritation, at worse aggressive boors. Witness most high streets most, but especially weekend, evenings.

Now the problem is increasingly becoming prevalent at UK racetracks. There are more and more reports of fisticuffs breaking out as a result of some drunk taking exception to some perceived slight. Increasing numbers of, for want of a better word, “normal” racegoers are being put off by the underlying atmosphere that increasingly develop at some courses.

It used to be that one or two courses had a reputation for being “lively” – now the number is increasing.

The more observant amongst you will have noted in the preceding paragraph but one I used the words “prevalent at UK racetracks”, this was a deliberate choice of wording as it does seem to be a UK problem.

I am a frequent visitor to Irish racetracks, where any meeting lasting two days or more is dubbed a festival and where there is a festival the Irish party. And do they know how to party, the beer (or more precisely the “black stuff” flows), indeed it undoubtedly flows a great deal faster than the beer at UK courses.

Indeed some Irish racing festivals, Galway in particular springs to mind, tend to be a drinking festival with some racing tagged on.

Yet I have never once seen a major punch up at an Irish track, I have never felt uneasy and intimidated. Yes I am sure things do sometimes kick off at Irish courses but I would suggest it is a rarity.

Last weekend I was at Longchamp. Again the drink both wine and beer was flowing yet the atmosphere was relaxed and joyous, no doubt helped by the atmospheric run of Sea The Stars. But even in previous years, without such a unifying distraction, there has been no edge.

Go racing in the US or Canada and there is no opportunity to get drunk or cause trouble. Alcohol sales are strongly controlled, both in the amount you can buy and where it can be drunk.

Racing For Change wants to attract more racegoers, wants to make racing a more enjoyable experience. One answer must be to address the issue of drinking and drunken louts.

Of course there is a paradox in that alcohol sales are undoubtedly the biggest source of income for most courses. Having once been the licensee for a Sports and Social Club, I know exactly how much profit is to be made from alcohol sales and you can bet your bottom dollar racecourses have even better deals than we were able to negotiate!!

I also realise there is a cultural aspect as well. Apologists will say what happens in the racecourse is only a reflection of society in general, that is not an excuse it is simply buck passing.

There are strict conditions relating to the granting of an alcohol licence, principal amongst them is you should not serve alcohol to those who are already intoxicated.

The problem is, generally, racecourses employ youngsters with neither the knowledge of the regulations not the ability to enforce them.

There needs to be a stricter application of the licensing regulations at racecourses. Already drunk racegoers should not be served with more alcohol.

The excuse it is less trouble to serve them is exactly that, an excuse. If you have the privilege of having a licence to sell alcohol then you must have the means of enforcing the rules, even if that means employing extra security.

When there is alcohol fuelled violence at a racecourse the licensee should be given a formal warning, should there be a repeat their licence should then be suspended for the next meeting. If there are problems after that then a longer suspension should be applied.

It will only need one course to have their licence suspended for all of them to take action – it shouldn’t be that way but c’est la vie.

What it also needs is someone to make a complaint to the licensing authorities next time they see the drink rules being flouted at a racecourse. Perhaps I should do so next time I see a drunken incident kick-off.

I suspect I will not have to wait that long.

A Real Star

I have to confess I do not believe in ghosts and the supernatural. Those that do tell me that when they walk into a room where they feel a “presence” the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end, they feel a shiver down the spine and they get goosebumps.


Those are exactly the feelings I experienced at Longchamp on Sunday afternoon, although in my case they were provoked not by the supernatural but by a superstar, or to be more precise super Stars.


Win or lose on Sunday, John Oxx’s Sea the Stars was already, by any yardstick, amongst the greats winning the 2,000 Guineas, Epsom Derby, not to mention the Eclipse, Juddmonte International and Irish Champion Stakes along the way.


I was fortunate enough to have press accreditation to the meeting which gave me access to a fantastic viewing area near the top of the huge, sweeping stand at Longchamp. I made sure I was in position long before the big race and I was not the only one.


For the earlier races there were no more than a dozen hacks taking advantage of this prime viewing position now there were a couple of hundred and I was so pleased I had managed to grab one of the prime positions.


It was just before the runners left the parade ring for the main parade that the strange feelings began. Like a gently breeze on the back of the neck and the hairs stood on end, it also seemed unusually quiet – a feeling of expectation. Next came the shiver, the goosebumps and an almost sixth sense feeling something special was about to happen.


And I wasn’t the only one, speaking to others afterwards, they also experienced the similar feelings, a similar sense of anticipation.


The first runners came onto the course, headed by the runner-up of the last two renewals, Youmzain. Sea The Stars should have been one of the last to emerge but the order shifted somehow.


Then it started – it began just as a small ripple of applause, then some cheers, then more cheers.
Sea The Stars was emerging from the walkway and was already being welcomed like a winning hero and this was before the race began. I can’t recall ever seeing such a welcome for a horse just coming onto the track.


Not everyone seemed to be happy at the adulation being given to John Oxx’s star. The French filly Stacelita, who along with Cavalryman was supplemented for the race at an eye watering €100,000 last Thursday, could not have be more on fire had someone doused her with rocket fuel and ignited the blue touch paper.


Indeed at one point it looked as though she was going to cannon into the back of our hero as they paraded.


There was a roar as the field set off, granted nothing like the famous, or should that be infamous, Cheltenham roar but a roar nonetheless – followers of flat racing tend to be a little more restrained and conservative, with a small “c”.


Sea The Stars is almost a Jekyll and Hyde horse. He copes with the pre (and indeed post) race formalities with almost contempt, looking totally at ease within himself.


Once the gates spring open it is a different story. Like a championship boxer primed to respond to the bell, Sea The Stars responds to the gates opening in the same way.


No more Mr Nice Guy, beware the fighter.


His jockey, by contrast, is Mr Relaxed. Now in his second half century, he is no young buck looking for glory. He is a mature, unfazed rider, who seems to be at one with his mount.


He rode his first winner back in 1975, when Frankie Dettori was a five year old in Milan and a full eight years before Ryan Moore was born.


When Sea The Stars was out of the stalls the horse wanted to be in front, but the calm Kinane, calling on his years of experience just calmed him down, relaxed him and settled him well back in the field.


Contrast Kinane’s cool riding with that of young Mr Levy on the pacemaker Set Sail – who allowed the horse to run away with him, totally negating his role as pacemaker.


Kinane kept Sea The Stars held up most of the contest and, as it typical in French races, all the action began in the home straight.


Sea The Stars looked to be in a hopeless position against the rails, it looked as though he would be a shooting star – fading into the night and memory.


Then it happened and I was in the absolutely perfect position.


I have seen the television replays of the race – they do no justice to what happened.


For those of you who know Longchamp my viewing position was on the third tier of the main stand, between towers nine and ten. If you don’t know Longchamp all you need to know is it is very high up about a furlong from the line.


There is a line in the Bible about getting a camel through the eye of a needle – well I think I have found a man who can do it. My binoculars just happened to be trained on Sea The Stars as he began his move off the rail.


Even though I saw it with my own eyes I still cannot actually believe what I saw. Whether it was Kinane’s jockeyship, or Sea The Stars natural talent, or even a combination of the two, the duo weaved their way our of the impossible position, Houdini like and it was race over.


They were away, leaving a high class field in their wake and the rest, as they say, is history.


I will swear there was a nanosecond of absolute silence, as there was a collective intake of breath as the crowd took in what they had just seen, followed immediately by a cacophony of sound. Raw human sound.


It is very rare for me to shout and cheer a horse home, even less so a horse I have not backed but, along with everyone around me, I was cheering a wonder horse home.


I was surrounded by a veritable United Nations of journalists, from all corners of the globe, for a brief moment all were united. Sharing a common celebration, each cheering Sea The Stars as their own.


I am not ashamed to admit I had tears streaming down by cheeks and I was not alone.


Not a single journalist left their vantage point – filing copy could wait – this was a moment to savour.


Kinane and Sea The Stars made their slow, majestic, progress back along the straight seemingly soaking up the adulation of their adoring fans, even the horse knew he was something special.


Then came the moment I kicked myself, all around me had cameras and were taking photos of the winner, my camera was downstairs in my bag.


I don’t care though – I was seeing it all unfold before me. I did not need a camera. Everything I had seen in the previous ten minutes or so was being indelibly etched into my memory. I can shut my eyes now and see the race rerun.


I don’t know what the future holds or how many more years, months, days I may have left on this third planet of the sun.


One thing I do know is on Sunday, 4th October 2009 I saw the best horse I have seen in my lifetime, and will probably ever see again, run the best race he has ever run at an emotionally charged Longchamp.


I am proud to say “I was there” and that is something nobody can ever take away from me.Sea
The Stars you are a real star.

Expect The Unexpected

Ffos Las on Saturday afternoon was meant to be a quiet, run of the mill, meeting.

It was a meeting transferred from the ill fated Great Leighs and it was unquestionably the “weakest” flat meeting of the afternoon. There was also a delicious irony that the meeting had been transferred from the UK’s second newest course to its newest.

The “competition” came from Chester, Goodwood and, of course, Doncaster. The latter staging the final Classic of the season, the St Leger.

Consequently, forty five minutes before racing, the press room at Ffos Las was a relatively quiet place, with most of the racing media being at the other meetings.

There were six of us working in there.

Neil Morrice was in one corner, on the phone getting quotes from trainers with runners that afternoon. I am often tempted to mug Neil and steal his mobile phone as he has the most enviable contact list of trainers and others who matter in the sport. Neil was doing trackside live for the Racing Post as well as the report for the Sunday’s paper.

Keith Hewitt, the Raceform and Racing Post race reader, was battling with the hi-tech DVD recorder trying to figure out how it works – muttering about how much simpler video is.

Meanwhile reporters from Radio Wales and Radio Cymru were having similar technological battles in the other corner, attempting to get their broadcast equipment working.

On the other side of the room was myself and commentator Alan Howes, who was doing his last minute preparation for the eight race card.

Then, without warning, the peace and quiet was broken as in waltzed around a dozen members of the Japanese media, replete with television crew.

The reason they had trekked halfway across Wales and were forsaking watching the St Leger, was the presence of one Kosei Miura.

Who I hear you say?

Well Mr Miura is the latest sporting sensation in Japan. Last year, his first year in the saddle saw him ride 39 winners, breaking the record of Yutaka Take.

Back in his homeland he is, according to one of the media guys I was chatting to, treated with the same public adulation and media coverage as David Beckham and Lewis Hamilton combined – in other words he is big.

He was making his UK riding debut at Ffos Las and the Japanese media wanted to ensure the event received maximum coverage back home.

Neil and I were bemused at the attention he was receiving but thought it may make a couple of lines of copy on what looked like being an otherwise dull afternoon.

Miura had only arrived in the UK five days previously and must still have been jet lagged and was attached to Sir Mark Prescott’s Newmarket yard.

Sir Mark explained he had been approached by the Japanese Turf Authority and asked if he would take on one of their promising apprentices for three weeks.

In the few days he had been with Sir Mark, the 19 year old had impressed not only the trainer but all those who had seen him in action on the gallops ……. “a natural talent.”

His one mount was not until race five, the longest race of the afternoon and he was riding Sir Mark’s Royal Diamond.

He emerged from the weighing room with veteran rider Tony Culhane, who put a reassuring arm round the youngsters shoulder as they emerged from the inner sanctum.

He also emerged to a cacophony of camera clicks which he took in his stride.

As they went to post Miura was easily identifiable by his very short stirrups and long reign, he was almost standing in the saddle.

In the race itself he settled Royal Diamond towards the rear and in all honesty it looked like a careful, almost cautious, ride – nothing special at all.

It was in the home straight everything changed. Positioned perfectly and taking cover he slowly edged towards the centre of the course.

Once he had clear daylight ahead, he simply shifted his balance, seeming to be at one with the horse, who responded immediately and eased to the front.

Nothing flash from the rider, seemingly no great effort, just a natural horseman getting the best out of his mount.

He came home the length and a half winner. Some cynics may suggest it was a “jockey’s race” and his weighing room colleagues allowed him an easy win.

That would be grossly unfair to both Miura and the other riders.

It also makes a mockery of what Miura actually did but more of that anon.

Even though his mount was not sent off favourite both horse and rider received a tumultuous reception as they returned to the winner’s enclosure.

After weighing in he returned to the winner’s enclosure and was presented with a bottle of bubbly by the course executive, was interviewed via an interpreter and Sir Mark Precott waxed lyrical, commenting that “unlike most riders, he followed my instructions to the letter.”

It was then the unusual happened.

Normally riders return to the sanctuary of the weighing room after a race.

Miura, instead, came into the press room – it seemed this young lad wanted to be with his compatriots as he “celebrated” his victory.

It was a very revealing twenty minutes. I said earlier he had made the win look effortless … it was an illusion.

He was absolutely shattered after the race and dehydrated in the hot Welsh sun.

What seemed to be an example of a simple synergy between man and beast was, in reality, an exhibition of really hard work and skill – it is just he made it look effortless.

It did not take him long to recover from his exertions though and he was soon giving am impromptu press conference for the Japanese media in the press room.

What struck me was how polite the whole affair was, no media scrum, questions were asked in turn and at the end he was given a spontaneous round of applause.

Once the press conference was over he was happy to relax and chat.

I am ashamed to say his English, whist by no means perfect, is far better than my Japanese but we managed some rudimentary conversation.

He may me a superstar in the eyes of the Japanese media and with the public back home, but I found him to be a very pleasant, likeable, young man, seemingly without arrogance.

It is not very often you will see wizened hacks asking jockeys to sign their racecards, but believe me I was not the only one to obtain his signature, or ask for a photograph for posterity – all of which he did without complaint – although the “price” for mine was being asked to take a group photograph of Miura with the Japanese media contingent.

The hacks and broadcasters who went to Doncaster may well have seen a classic finish to the oldest Classic.

The handful of us who had ventured to Ffos Las were privileged to have witnessed the first UK ride and victory of one Kosei Miura – we were also privileged to have met a really nice guy.

Remember that name as in the not too distant future I predict he will be winning classics himself.

So what looked like being a run of the mill meeting turned out to be something special, one of those “I was there” moments – it is always worth expecting the unexpected.