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DAVID CARR |
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A quiet night out at Dunstall Park
There is always a slight air of mystery about a visit to Wolverhampton but tonight's visit was officially a step into the twilight zone.
The world of twilight race meetings, designed to run from late-afternoon until early-evening, dovetailing smoothly with the fixtures elsewhere and encouraging punters to stay into betting shops - just in case until they still have any money left at tea time.
To be honest, today's meeting was little different to those staged here last Thursday and Friday evening - a 5.30pm start instead of 15 or 20 minutes later but only six races rather than the usual eight.
But because it was an additional fixture and not in anybody's racing diary the turnout was tiny even by Wolverhampton standards. Which is saying something.
Not a single winning trainer made the trip, though George Baker can be excused as he went to watch his runner at Brighton instead and the drive from the south coast to Wolverhampton is not one that any sane man would take on in a hurry.
Nor is is a fun trip up from Maidstone, where John Best was apparently 'sitting on the sofa smiling' after Instrumentalist gave him a first winner since Derby day.
Apologies by the way to those who follow me on 'Twitter' and have been disappointed by my scanty output. I have warned previously that the world gets more than enough of me in the paper, on the website and in this blog - if you are desperate for further outpourings from this source, you might consider getting out more.
But I am a veritable Grace Dent or Cornelius Lsyaght compared to some.
I went on a trainer's website today to see if there was a comment about their runner this evening. There wasn't but it referred readers to their Twitter feed for the latest news.
I looked, and the latest news was a good luck message for two people running in a marathon. The London Marathon. Tweeted the day after Valentine's day.
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