It appears that divine intervention might be our best hope of isolating the winner of tomorrow's Australian Guineas; the mile Group 1 for three-year-olds surely one of the more open feature races we're likely to encounter this autumn. With several different form-lines converging at once - as well as the presence of exceptionally-credentialled visitors in the Kiwi filly We Can Say It Now and the blashpemous Western Australian colt Playing God - one might require Ariadne's thoughtfully bequethed b
It appears that divine intervention might be our best hope of isolating the winner of tomorrow's Australian Guineas; the mile Group 1 for three-year-olds surely one of the more open feature races we're likely to encounter this autumn. With several different form-lines converging at once - as well as the presence of exceptionally-credentialled visitors in the Kiwi filly We Can Say It Now and the blashpemous Western Australian colt Playing God - one might require Ariadne's thoughtfully bequethed ball of yarn to ever hope to exit alive a thorough analysis of this most labyrinthine of races. Though it really is difficult to line up these worthy twenty combatants, the best value pair might still be Peter Moody's Eclair Surprise ($15), who finishes off his races like a fire-flashing javelin flung from the angry right hand of Zeus himself, and the apparently lame and hideously conformed Startsmeup ($35), who I might just start calling 'Hephaestus'. Why else would this well-performed galloper continue to start at such an inexplicably large price in Melbourne?
The return of Melbourne Cup runner-up Maluckyday in the Chipping Norton Stakes will generate most of the interest in Sydney, though the brave Queen Melito, conqueror of Rosehill's Apollo - a race of light and sun, truth and prophecy - a fortnight ago, will give the big Zabeel something to chase.
More detail shall be divulged in my next PPM column, but I would also like to extend a big congratulations to the owners of Universal Bolt - particularly that big Sydney beauty, the brothers Shiva and 'Winners' Minners - who saluted in impressive fashion on debut at Morphetville last Saturday, and paid a casual $35 on S-TAB. Despite a strong-ish push from those in the know, I of course treated it as a 'watch' race and failed to get myself a piece of the action. The Bolt, as he is affectionately known to his legion of adoring, good-looking fans, is expected to unseat that pretender Sepoy as Golden Slipper favourite in the coming days as an avalanche of money continues to roll in from flush ambrosia-swilling connections (despite not actually being nommed for the Slipper - these guys cleaned up so much they're throwing money away!). And beyond the Slipper? If The Bolt's dainty yet masculine hoof fits (late nom!!), who knows what earthly delights may await this precociously talented son of Charge Forward?