Tipperary April 25th
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We’re in Tipperary tomorrow with just the one runner in the first. If schadenfreude was your thing then observing me on the first day of the turf would have left you electrified. It was a tough day, expectations were high and tomorrow’s 2 year old was expected to get the ball rolling. A run full of promise was expected. Ampeson jumped slowly, travelled poorly and stopped with about a furlong to run. It was desperate stuff explained hopefully by a poor draw and stage fright. He is a lovely big colt that had some lovely bits of work done before he ran. I’ll eat my hat if he doesn’t have a career, interestingly he’s getting a little ahead of himself and may have to be stripped of his prized possessions before he starts to fulfil what he ought to be capable of. Getting back on track, travelling amongst them and passing a couple late on would be great. Everything crossed