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Ok so title fail but OH WELL!!!
my last day here before i fly up for the cup tomorrow!!! eeeeee so excited!!
also
WIIISHHHHHHHHHH
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The warm autumn breeze ruffled the painted colt’s scrappy mane. The tufts of silky hair tickling his jockey as they walked around, circling and waiting as a chestnut refused to load into the starting gate. Betsy shook her head as the gelding thrashed nearly decapitating one of the track attendants as his eyes rolled. Reversing out yet again his rear nearly scraping the ground as his jockey leapt of. Now free he let out a small buck before smacking his head into another of the annoyed staff.
Concentrating on keeping her mount calm she talked softly, stroking his neck and watching those dark tipped ears flicker backwards and forward taking in the world around him. WishmeLuck was back again, his second run in the Doncaster and after coming in behind the dark form of Darbey Jones.
That same dark colt was gently strolling around ahead of them. Darbey Jones was a creature of beauty, his inky black coat shone with health and his hide rippled over muscles normally seen on a Greek god. Manner Hills son had matured into a fine young stallion, topping 17hh in his shoes he was in peak condition and his record was a testament to that. Having won 12 of his 16 starts so far this season he was labelled the Australian Miler of the decade.
Wish gave a small buck tossing his head as he demanded attention. Cagar’s son had also been running like a champion, bad luck and misfortune dictating his position in the black’s shadow. His mottled coat and small frame making him look more like a circus clown amongst athletes than a young stallion on a 3 race winning spree, though his clownish attitude and endless energy didn’t help this image.
Barely having a break from the previous season Wish had re entered racing with a bang by stealing the Winter Championship by a whopping 4 lengths to his nearest rival. Replicating this effort he continued on to steal victory away in both the J.J Liston Stakes and the Chelmsford, creating an uproar of support during the early spring carnival.
Two weeks after the win at Chelmsford his old rival had emerged from his wintering up in Queensland. Darbey Jones was fresh and unraced that season and after his performance the previous season the big black had rolled into Caulfield and snatched the attention away from our Scruffy. They would meet that day in the Dubai Racing Club Cup, a race Caulfield was screaming for.
The Dark horse had gone in second favourite, the punters not knowing his form this season while Wish had become almost unbeatable. Almost.
Darbey had been switched on at the start of the straight, a lead change and he was storming down the track, devouring the distance between him and our diminutive little fighter. In the end the final gap was 5 lengths, a later closer having hooked onto the triumphant giant and knocking Scruffy into 3rd.
Taking stock of this defeat wish seemed to slump not eating right for days afterwards and dropping weight he couldn’t afford to lose. After a serious amount of attention from Tony and a rigged workout with a black eventer that had been borrowed from a friend Wish was again in high spirits.
We headed back up to Randwick for the Epsom, only to lose by a nose to a rabbit who would never again race that fast. Returning to his home track he would meet the Big black colt in the Crystal Mile.
Sitting two horses ahead of the closer he had waited, revelling in the slow pace and muddy track that the week’s storms had created. With a tack from his jockey and a quick duck past two tiring horses he skipped out to the edge and floated ahead to win by a neck to a struggling Darbey. The big black reconfirming his previous year’s hatred of the heavy tracks.
He spent the summer alternating between wins and places, fighting off a fever after scratching in the St George Stakes in late February he was given a breather before he would be aimed towards the autumn races.
Six days into Autumn saw our Painted wonder returning to the track, shinning and dancing he dispelled the rumours of retirement from all the watchers. Sitting pretty on the rail he waited before pouncing like a tiger and screeching home to win in near record time.
Randwick and Rosehill would be treated in similar fashion as he took the Guineas and the Ryder Stakes and drawing even on the popularity polls with the dark Northerner.
The public then screamed for a rematch, the two greatest colts in the country hadn’t seen hide nor hair of each other in months. The previous meeting favouring the smaller of the two champions however the Black behemoth had been making a name for himself in the Wester state while our boy had demolished the eastern seaboard. After a joking challenge was make by the owners of Darbey the team began to grin, It would be the deciding factor of the colts career.
Could the small Scrappy fighter hold his own against the behemoth on a fast track with the country watching.
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So here they were, two of Australia’s leading milers waiting the chance to load into the gate, the Doncaster being the playing field, the bragging rights being the prize. The same Race Darbey had stolen from our colt last year and Wish was set for revenge.
Betsy breathed, swilling some water around her mouth to ease her nerves she looked over at the big black. Nodding at the bloke sitting pilot she turned her colt away from the ever distracting vests and Velcro of the attendants and focused on keeping Wish tightly coiled and focused.
The chestnut was finally in. Taking 8 staff to shove him into the contraption and having broken the rear door, he had finally been dragged in and was locked in with four attendants waiting anxiously for any sign of the gate breaking again.
Darbey slotted in his shute like the champion he was, his big head held high and ears nearly touching the roof. This long tail swishing as his jockey gathered his reigns and settled in for the bell.
Wish was last to load, the 15hh clown dancing in only to crane his neck, trying to see out the gates. Betsy took a breath, settling into her stirrups she felt the colt tense rocking back onto his heels and preparing to run the race of his life.
3
2
1
*BRIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG*
They were off.
---
The race would be replayed for days. The white spec shooting out early and taking the lead on the straight, the massive black shadow peeling off at the bend and roaring in after him.
Wish had drifted out to the middle of the track, his ears lolling as he revelled in his speed, then flattening as the sound of thunder approached. Darbey was coming.
The roar of the crowd lifted as the dark stallion shot to the painted colts inside drawing up his flank and reaching his shoulder, then his head as the wire loomed ever closer.
Both colts fought hard, heads bobbing as they struggled to pull away. In the final 100m Darbey pulled away his nose pushing ahead and his jockey scrubbing his life out trying to distance them more.
Betsy took one look at the distance and with a curse and a tap of the whip Wish swapped leads and bolted back into contention.
The photo finish would show the small mottled head barely 2cm in front of his rival but the colt knew he had caught him. Wish stumbled slightly on the way out, exhaustion catching him as he sedately trotted back in for the winner circle.
The blanket thrown over his steaming hide he tucked his head under Tony’s arm resting and recovering.
---
The press later said he ran his heart out, all of his talent and determination was spent on that one race. Both horses took over a month to return to the track and for our colt it would be bittersweet.
He put in a lack lustre performance in the Lord Mayors Cup to come in 8th, 16 lengths behind the winner. Hoping rest was all he needed he was put away again until Mid June where he would come in fourth up at Eagle farm.
It was after that race that we made the announcement he would be retiring, sent to stud and greener pastures after his heroic battle to retain his crown.
---
Tossing his head the small stallion trotted out and over to the dirt patch, his tuft of a tail wiggling as he grunted and rolled in the loose earth.
Standing and shaking he seemed to smile as a cloud of dust enveloped the watching crowd. He had filled out since his retirement and though never imposing he actually looked like a horse now and not a pony.
Ducking his dainty head he buried his nose in the grass and began to eat.
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and who be that big black beast!!
maybe you will be lucky enough to buy him at some point! Yep i shall be offering Darbey for adoption possibly next season so keep an eye out!
So Wish!
Final Record:
45:26/3/3
G1- 8
G2- 6
G3- 2
$5,407,950
WISH BABIES!!!!!!!
my last day here before i fly up for the cup tomorrow!!! eeeeee so excited!!
also
WIIISHHHHHHHHHH
-------------------------------
The warm autumn breeze ruffled the painted colt’s scrappy mane. The tufts of silky hair tickling his jockey as they walked around, circling and waiting as a chestnut refused to load into the starting gate. Betsy shook her head as the gelding thrashed nearly decapitating one of the track attendants as his eyes rolled. Reversing out yet again his rear nearly scraping the ground as his jockey leapt of. Now free he let out a small buck before smacking his head into another of the annoyed staff.
Concentrating on keeping her mount calm she talked softly, stroking his neck and watching those dark tipped ears flicker backwards and forward taking in the world around him. WishmeLuck was back again, his second run in the Doncaster and after coming in behind the dark form of Darbey Jones.
That same dark colt was gently strolling around ahead of them. Darbey Jones was a creature of beauty, his inky black coat shone with health and his hide rippled over muscles normally seen on a Greek god. Manner Hills son had matured into a fine young stallion, topping 17hh in his shoes he was in peak condition and his record was a testament to that. Having won 12 of his 16 starts so far this season he was labelled the Australian Miler of the decade.
Wish gave a small buck tossing his head as he demanded attention. Cagar’s son had also been running like a champion, bad luck and misfortune dictating his position in the black’s shadow. His mottled coat and small frame making him look more like a circus clown amongst athletes than a young stallion on a 3 race winning spree, though his clownish attitude and endless energy didn’t help this image.
Barely having a break from the previous season Wish had re entered racing with a bang by stealing the Winter Championship by a whopping 4 lengths to his nearest rival. Replicating this effort he continued on to steal victory away in both the J.J Liston Stakes and the Chelmsford, creating an uproar of support during the early spring carnival.
Two weeks after the win at Chelmsford his old rival had emerged from his wintering up in Queensland. Darbey Jones was fresh and unraced that season and after his performance the previous season the big black had rolled into Caulfield and snatched the attention away from our Scruffy. They would meet that day in the Dubai Racing Club Cup, a race Caulfield was screaming for.
The Dark horse had gone in second favourite, the punters not knowing his form this season while Wish had become almost unbeatable. Almost.
Darbey had been switched on at the start of the straight, a lead change and he was storming down the track, devouring the distance between him and our diminutive little fighter. In the end the final gap was 5 lengths, a later closer having hooked onto the triumphant giant and knocking Scruffy into 3rd.
Taking stock of this defeat wish seemed to slump not eating right for days afterwards and dropping weight he couldn’t afford to lose. After a serious amount of attention from Tony and a rigged workout with a black eventer that had been borrowed from a friend Wish was again in high spirits.
We headed back up to Randwick for the Epsom, only to lose by a nose to a rabbit who would never again race that fast. Returning to his home track he would meet the Big black colt in the Crystal Mile.
Sitting two horses ahead of the closer he had waited, revelling in the slow pace and muddy track that the week’s storms had created. With a tack from his jockey and a quick duck past two tiring horses he skipped out to the edge and floated ahead to win by a neck to a struggling Darbey. The big black reconfirming his previous year’s hatred of the heavy tracks.
He spent the summer alternating between wins and places, fighting off a fever after scratching in the St George Stakes in late February he was given a breather before he would be aimed towards the autumn races.
Six days into Autumn saw our Painted wonder returning to the track, shinning and dancing he dispelled the rumours of retirement from all the watchers. Sitting pretty on the rail he waited before pouncing like a tiger and screeching home to win in near record time.
Randwick and Rosehill would be treated in similar fashion as he took the Guineas and the Ryder Stakes and drawing even on the popularity polls with the dark Northerner.
The public then screamed for a rematch, the two greatest colts in the country hadn’t seen hide nor hair of each other in months. The previous meeting favouring the smaller of the two champions however the Black behemoth had been making a name for himself in the Wester state while our boy had demolished the eastern seaboard. After a joking challenge was make by the owners of Darbey the team began to grin, It would be the deciding factor of the colts career.
Could the small Scrappy fighter hold his own against the behemoth on a fast track with the country watching.
---
So here they were, two of Australia’s leading milers waiting the chance to load into the gate, the Doncaster being the playing field, the bragging rights being the prize. The same Race Darbey had stolen from our colt last year and Wish was set for revenge.
Betsy breathed, swilling some water around her mouth to ease her nerves she looked over at the big black. Nodding at the bloke sitting pilot she turned her colt away from the ever distracting vests and Velcro of the attendants and focused on keeping Wish tightly coiled and focused.
The chestnut was finally in. Taking 8 staff to shove him into the contraption and having broken the rear door, he had finally been dragged in and was locked in with four attendants waiting anxiously for any sign of the gate breaking again.
Darbey slotted in his shute like the champion he was, his big head held high and ears nearly touching the roof. This long tail swishing as his jockey gathered his reigns and settled in for the bell.
Wish was last to load, the 15hh clown dancing in only to crane his neck, trying to see out the gates. Betsy took a breath, settling into her stirrups she felt the colt tense rocking back onto his heels and preparing to run the race of his life.
3
2
1
*BRIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG*
They were off.
---
The race would be replayed for days. The white spec shooting out early and taking the lead on the straight, the massive black shadow peeling off at the bend and roaring in after him.
Wish had drifted out to the middle of the track, his ears lolling as he revelled in his speed, then flattening as the sound of thunder approached. Darbey was coming.
The roar of the crowd lifted as the dark stallion shot to the painted colts inside drawing up his flank and reaching his shoulder, then his head as the wire loomed ever closer.
Both colts fought hard, heads bobbing as they struggled to pull away. In the final 100m Darbey pulled away his nose pushing ahead and his jockey scrubbing his life out trying to distance them more.
Betsy took one look at the distance and with a curse and a tap of the whip Wish swapped leads and bolted back into contention.
The photo finish would show the small mottled head barely 2cm in front of his rival but the colt knew he had caught him. Wish stumbled slightly on the way out, exhaustion catching him as he sedately trotted back in for the winner circle.
The blanket thrown over his steaming hide he tucked his head under Tony’s arm resting and recovering.
---
The press later said he ran his heart out, all of his talent and determination was spent on that one race. Both horses took over a month to return to the track and for our colt it would be bittersweet.
He put in a lack lustre performance in the Lord Mayors Cup to come in 8th, 16 lengths behind the winner. Hoping rest was all he needed he was put away again until Mid June where he would come in fourth up at Eagle farm.
It was after that race that we made the announcement he would be retiring, sent to stud and greener pastures after his heroic battle to retain his crown.
---
Tossing his head the small stallion trotted out and over to the dirt patch, his tuft of a tail wiggling as he grunted and rolled in the loose earth.
Standing and shaking he seemed to smile as a cloud of dust enveloped the watching crowd. He had filled out since his retirement and though never imposing he actually looked like a horse now and not a pony.
Ducking his dainty head he buried his nose in the grass and began to eat.
-------------------------------
and who be that big black beast!!
maybe you will be lucky enough to buy him at some point! Yep i shall be offering Darbey for adoption possibly next season so keep an eye out!So Wish!
Final Record:
45:26/3/3
G1- 8
G2- 6
G3- 2
$5,407,950
WISH BABIES!!!!!!!
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