I’m hanging up my muzzle.
After 10 years in this greyt sport I have decided that I must move on. This is because 99.9999999% of the people I have met in greyhound racing love the dogs, care for them better than humans and treat them like the superstars they deserve to be treated as. I have sadly had the displeasure of dealing with 2 people that make up the exception that proves the rule. Greyhounds love chasing that pesky bunny and this is my greyhound story:
I got into greyhounds when I was 16 when my father got persuaded into purchasing a dog with 3 of his friends in his local pub; this bitch, Bubbles, went on to give me my greatest moment in greyhound racing (see below for my top 3 moments). She ran at Hall Green for Simon and there was where I fell in love with the sport and the dogs as characters (Bubbles made it to open class where she was unlucky in a 6 bend maiden at Nottingham at that third bend there).
At HG, I met John Halliday (the bookie) who has been so kind to my family over all of these years and like so many people in this greyt industry, is a lifelong friend to me and my family. There, I also had the huge pleasure of meeting the brothers Les and John who have been in the game for so long; what they don’t know about dog racing isn’t worth knowing and they taught me so much which was supremely kind of them (that gamble from 2012 still hasn’t won yet!!!).
After several years of fantastic ups and downs at HG (which John Halliday kindly cheered them all on for us, even if they had been backed!), I met Jackpot one bitterly cold night at Crayford; Jackpot (I have been told that is his name but it’s a questionable story) was on the phone relaying the action to a fellow owner of their open racing marathon dog (and what a dog Champ was at work) and we were the only people (bar his charming father Dave) who had braved the outside to watch the hounds.
Come the Derby that year, I went to Wimbledon to watch Rio Quattro’s Derby. If ever I have seen such a sad state of affairs it is the condition of London’s only greyhound stadium. Support @wewantwimbledon, support Paschal and for goodness sake rebuild the stadium with the same greyhound track in the middle. Pressurise Mayor Khan into doing the right thing: greyhound racing with affordable housing. Blimey.
At Wimbledon on the Wednesday of the first round, it was sadly pretty quiet except for two gentlemen stood at the back of the stand. We had all backed the same dog and were enjoying his victory. That night, I became friends with Coconut Head (not too far the Bandito!!!). In a whirlwind ride, I then owned open racers with Andy; I do not think I have met a man who loves anything as much as Andy loves greyhounds; if ever you need a dog to be trained, he is your man.
From there, I have met so many gracious and heart-warming people that I know this greyt sport can thrive with the right people running it and regulations improving and most importantly: the whole industry waking up to the 21st century (marking up is done on a sheet of paper instead of taking an authorised photo – come on!!!).
I could go on forever but to name a few, thanks to Sam of Star, Tim, Chris and his son Matt, Cranky Don, Tracey and the Darrens at Simon, Charlie who started this whole saga out, Jan, Vinny at Romford, the two barmen at Wimbledon who serve me from anywhere, John from Yarmouth, Christoph from Shelbourne and even that Welsh Neil: I had the pleasure of meeting you all on this brilliant journey. I have enjoyed every minute of my 10 years in this greyt sport until Thursday May 19th 2:05p.m. I truly thank you all for giving me such joy.
If I have missed anyone I am sorry but you know I mean you too.
My top 3 moments:
1. Bubbles winning an A1 for the first time (at 8/1) on my 18th birthday when my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer and passed away 3 months later: she was there that night.
2. Boris going from A8 to A1 at HG and when all barked he had to lead, caught a 28:50 dog that had been gambled in an A2.
3. 4 winners in a row at the end of the Derby Final night 2015 when we all chanted “Easy!” at Reeds. It got to the point where we were cheering the Flyer out the boxes when he broke level with Asia.
The greatest thanks of them all (and look they even get their own paragraph – I’ll never hear the end of it!!!), is to Jason and Paul. I could not have done this final chapter of my journey in mutt racing without you.
I have two retired greyhounds on my sofa and there will be a third soon. I will of course continue to rehome retired hounds who love their work so much.
Enjoy what’s left of the racing,
See you soon,
Jimmy.