CAMBRIDGE HARRIERS HUNT CLUB
COTTENHAM
3rd January 2005
by Richard Hall
For those among the record crowd not
spending a significant proportion of the day queuing at the
Beefburger stalls for “fast” food refreshment, the
opening meeting of the 2005 season served up a bumper nine course
feast of all that is best in point to point racing. Promising
newcomers, gutsy veterans, and never say die attitudes combined to
produce a truly marvellous day’s sport. It almost made both
the hassle of Christmas and the thought of returning to work after
a lengthy break bearable. Almost.
A field of twelve lined up for the
season’s inaugural event, the Club Members race. What looked
a Rubic’s cube of a puzzle to the Jumping For Fun team that
had congregated around the parade ring to scratch heads, compare
notes and search for fitness clues, produced one of the day’s
easiest winners in Rhythm King. Godfrey Maundrell’s charge
was prominent throughout and was being brought to deliver his
challenge when left in a clear lead when Foxey Dove departed at the
second last. Airoski, who came from a long way off the pace,
threatened momentarily to make a race of it but he had no answer
when Rhythm King moved into top gear after the final bend to come
home in glorious isolation.
The favourite, Pot Shot, who Richard Burton
rode in preference to the runner up, was a big disappointment and,
despite looking as fit as anything in the preliminaries, never
threatened to play a serious part in the outcome. Lord Euro ran an
encouraging race in third, running on again after being outpaced
during the middle portion of the race. Foxey Dove was for me,
however, the one to note for the future, providing, of course, that
he does not suffer any long term effects from his fall. Despite
looking as if the race would bring him on, he raced prominently
throughout and, had he stayed up, would probably have finished
second. He should give his connections a lot of fun in the coming
months.
The second race, the Restricted, went to the
Sinnington based Just Fluster, who came with a wet sail under Mark
Walford to storm past the long time leaders Holywell Girl and
Midnight Lord at the last. It is difficult to know what to make of
the contest in terms of future pointers as, outside of the first
three, most of the entrants ran as if they were being readied for
another day. The one exception to this was possibly Lockington, who
was travelling easily and looked the likely winner before parting
company with his jockey at the sixteenth fence. Compensation should
not be long in coming.

The Men’s Open saw seasoned and proven
pointers (in the shape of Well Ted, Soundtrack and Always On The
Line) take on potentially exciting recruits from the National Hunt
yards (the most noticeable of which were Honest Yer Honour, who had
been running in Irish Grade A Novice Hurdles, and Motcomb Jam who
Richard Hunnisett had purchased from Charlie Mann’s
stable).
Helmsley Flier, returning from a year off,
ensured a fast pace from flagfall and when he tired after a mile
Soundtrack, the only one of his rivals who had tried to keep with
him, kept it going. Motcomb Jam found himself caught between two
stools – well ahead of the main pack who were content to race
a full thirty lengths behind the pacesetters, but well adrift of
the leading duo. He paid the price for his indecision at the
business end of the contest when he faded tamely away. Halfway
around the second circuit Honest Yer Honour, travelling ominously
well under Richard Burton, ate into Soundtrack’s lead. Always
On The Line, a winner at the corresponding meeting two years
earlier, was being scrubbed along by Alex Merriam to accompany him.
At the second last you could have thrown a blanket over the three
of them. Paul Cowley stole the riding honours by hugging the bend
on Soundtrack, thereby forcing his rivals out wide. Despite
travelling the furthest, Richard Burton, looked to only have to
press the button to send his mount into an unassailable lead. When
he did, however, the response he was hoping for simply wasn’t
there; Honest Yer Honour had no more gears. This left the seasoned
pointers to fight out the finish, and slug it out they did. No
finesse, just two tired and stubborn horse and rider combinations
summoning every last ounce of energy they could muster into the
race for the line. It was a titanic struggle and it went to the
judge before Always On The Line was proclaimed the victor by half a
length.

In contrast to the fast and fury of the
Men’s Open, the following Countryside Alliance Novice Riders
Race seemed to be run at a very sedate pace. With the exception of
Winter Gale, who was an early faller, less than half a dozen
lengths covered most of the field for the first two and a half
miles. At the business end, however, Stormy Session and Times Past
pulled clear of the remainder to emulate Always on the Line and
Soundtrack half an hour earlier and grind out the finish between
them. This time the ten year old Times Past, confidently ridden by
Jonathon Jarrett, got the better of his fifteen year old rival to
earn himself the prime berth in the unsaddling enclosure. Borrow
Mine kept on to take third. with Wend’s Day, the short priced
favourite from Wales, a long way adrift in fourth.

The Ladies Open, produced a similarly
exciting conclusion. Jumping the last any one of five of the seven
strong field, looked to have a realistic chance of victory. Only
Sailors Folly and Fair Exchange could have safely been written off.
Find Me Another had been stalking throughout and Ami Stennett had
bought him alongsides, albeit under a bit of prodding. Titus
Bramble, who had been up with the pace from the outset, was still
there, as were the recent recruits from higher echelons of the
National Hunt ranks, Stromness and Wahiba Sands. It was Rilly
Goshen on Chasing The Bride who stole the honours though, coming
between horses with a late challenge to win going away. Having been
content to hunt around at the back, five lengths adrift of the main
body of the field, for the majority of the race, it was an
extremely well judged piece of riding and gave ample demonstration
of why Miss Goshen is consistently earning plaudits. Put quite
simply, her mount won without exerting itself any more than it was
absolutely necessary to. Under such careful handling Chasing The
Bride can look forward to a long and successful campaign.
Both the Maidens divided. Division One of the
eight year olds and over went to Dick Bainbridge’s Martin
Ossie who was unlucky in his only outing last year when holding
every chance when falling at the last in a race that has (so far)
produced three subsequent winners. He did not have things all his
own way, however, and Northall Lad (who, not for the first time,
was tilted at in the betting ring) ensured that he was kept up to
his work. These two finished a long way clear of Spider Music in
third.
Julian Pritchard’s mount nevertheless
won with something in hand and the combination will doubtless go on
to take further prizes during the coming months. Northall Lad also
seems to have summered well and has obviously benefited from Paul
Cowley’s sympathetic handling during his final races of the
2004 campaign. It surely cannot be long before he too loses his
maiden tag?

In a day of terrific finishes Division Two of
the Older Maiden produced the best of them all. Four runners had
put acres of daylight between themselves and the remainder with
over a mile to go. As they approached the last it looked to all and
sundry that the two that had been content to sit just behind, Euro
Craft and Jumping Jack, would swallow the long time pacemakers,
Noble Deed and Cmewin, with consummate ease. Once in front,
however, neither seemed willing to go through with their effort and
Noble Deed, given maximum assistance by James Tudor, rallied to
regain the advantage. Half way up the run in he looked home and
hosed, but Cmewin, sprouted wings from a seemingly hopeless
position in fourth to get up on the line and give his rider, Mark
Walford, a Sinnington based double on the day.
Noble Deed looks a difficult ride, but James
Tudor certainly managed to get a tune from him and the combination
are certainly capable of finding a race when conditions combine to
favour front running tactics. Jumping Jack, however, looks a real
monkey and he will not be carrying any more of my cash, regardless
of the opposition. He reluctantly jogged to post only when Rowan
Cope agreed to take his legs from the irons, and he seemed to fight
against the bit on a number of occasions during the race. He also
seemed to lose his action a few times and I swear that he broke
into trot after they jumped the tenth!
The Two Divisions of the Younger Horse Maiden
produced two impressive winners in Lord Saar and To The Top.
Lord Saar’s race appeared to be the
more competitive, but from the moment Harry Fowler asked him to go
and win his race at the third last the result was never in doubt.
He won by a good ten lengths without ever coming off the bridle. He
had decent form in a limited campaign under Rules (which included a
head second in a novice chase) and looks a safe bet to go on to
bigger and better things. Gregory Peckory ran on resolutely to
deprive Nailed On for second and suggested that he has perhaps
learnt to settle better. If so, he will probably be best served by
a step up to three miles.
To The Top’s win was achieved in
similar style. He squandered a few opportunities last year but did
not give his supporters a moment’s worry today. The manner of
his victory suggests that he has matured physically and could well
be on the upgrade. Kismet, from the in form Lady Susan Watson yard,
finished well to claim second in his first outing in points. Nibby
Bloom’s Itsallinthestars (not to be confused with Paul
Keane’s ex pointer, Allinthestars) was a couple of lengths
behind in third and will undoubtedly come on a ton for the
experience. Highland Vasco also put up a performance worthy of
note, although he surrendered a lot of ground at the bends and will
be seen to much better effect on a more galloping track.
I could not help but feel content on the
drive home, in much the same way I did after the Christmas lunch
was served, enjoyed, and digested. In common with the yuletide meal
the start of the pointing season was something I had looked forward
to for a long while. The portions were generous and the taste was
as good as I had remembered. It was there the similarity ended,
however, for after Christmas lunch it was a long while before I
could face yet more food. My appetite had been satisfied and all I
wanted to do was close my eyes and sleep. Cottenham did not satisfy
my appetite. Quite the reverse. It gave me the yearning to point
the car in the direction of Higham. Roll on next Sunday!
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