on a small boutique property in South East Queensland, lived a 2yo thoroughbred gelding by the name of Jakey who would often dream of becoming a fast racehorse.
Standing in the barriers, tapping his feet restlessly, Jakey knew that today's race was the one he had to win for his lovely owners, the Robinsons, who had travelled many a long road to get Jakey to this race. Beadman had flown to Brisbane especially to ride Jakey for this race and Jakey knew that he was going to give it his all today.
The bell rang and the barriers flew open and as quick as lightning, Jakey jumped to the front knowing that Beadman would give him every opportunity to outrace his opponents.
The Stradbroke is only 1400m and Jakey knew that he had to settle down and not do anything silly, so that he had plenty to give at the end of the race. Slipping only behind No. 2 (a slightly overgrown colt with an ego to match), Jakey was on pace to make sure that he would be in a place to make a dash for the lead and the finish line, around the turn.
No 6, a old-timer who had been there and done it so many times that it was a non event, knew all the tricks and flew into Jakey at the top of the straight. Losing his balance, Jakey felt Beadman shift in the saddle and lose his iron.
Oh No! A catastrophe! Jakey quickly regained his balance and Beadman, being the professional he is, rode Jakey with his life until he managed to slip his left foot back into the stirrup iron.
Gaining with every stride, Jakey soon made up ground and was up with the front of the pack with 3 others.
Neck by neck, stide by stride. Jakey gave everything his heart could muster until the finish line loomed closer and closer.
Was he going to get there first? Was he going to show all the regally breds that he was better than them? Who was going to win? Was this gutsy little goer from Warwick going to show them all?
Nice dream Jakey, wake up!!!
.... where am i? This isnt Eagle Farm ...
... where's the finish line? Hmmmm.
"oops" *yawn*
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