Category: The QRIC

I’ve Got an Unpeaceful, Queasy Feeling About Certain Goings On at Doomben Yesterday Afternoon – It Would Be Good if Chief Steward Chadwick Explained a Few Things to Us All I Reckon


Isn’t this most peculiar?

Queensland’s Chief Racing Steward Peter Chadwick has been to fewer midweek race meetings since being appointed to his role than Maggie has gone nights without a shag in the past 25 years, but for reasons unknown, today he decides to bowl up at Doomben.

But even though he is the boss, he doesn’t chair the meeting.

An underling named Neil Boyle does.

If you’ve read this site for a while you would have read many stories that we’ve written about the former shifty jockey turned dodgy trainer turned lily white painted Steward Mr Neil Boyle, and not too many of them were professionally flattering.

Which gives you cause to scratch your head and think hello, why is Chief Steward Chadwick handing the reins to Boyle, when its he himself who is paid big bucks to be the Big Lebowski in the Queensland stewarding ranks, not a former very average hoop and mentor who sits two rungs below him on the ladder.

This is weird.

What the hell is going on?

We find out by the end of race 5 what’s going on.

Robbie Fradd and Toby Edmonds are.

Or Robbie definitely, and Toby $1.85.

There is no proof of anything, for you can’t demonstrate that a world class jockey has just twice ridden like a mug against mugs because he was riding his horse dead, but if you’ve spent your life in and around the tracks and the punt you don’t need the legal standard of proof, because you know.

Not that I’m saying that the legal standard of proof required in occupational matters isn’t there, because I’m the belief that on the balance of probabilities it certainly is.

Fradd might be too good for the half-baked locals to spot, but he is not too good for you and me punters.

He might not be too good for them either when you think about it, them being people who are paid to spot such things, if you know what I mean.

Perhaps Peter Chadwick can clear the air by explaining a few things.

(a) Why he just so happened to do what normal Chief Stewards do and attend the races yesterday, when 9 times out of 10 on a Wednesday he doesn’t bother;

(b) Why he didn’t chair the meeting;

(c) What his past and present relationship, if any, with jockey Robbie Fradd is;

(d) Why Robbie Fradd wasn’t charged over the incident in which he almost put Luke Tarrant down;

(e) How Fradd escaped a running and handling charge, or two.

They are pretty important questions, because beaten short priced favourites carry a fair heap of money that Joe Public has invested in good faith, and jockeys nearly being thrown hard head first to the ground from 500 kilogram beasts travelling at 50 km an hour are serious matters too.

There is a real unpeaceful, queasy feeling among racing people about what went on at Doomben yesterday afternoon.

Integrity demands an antacid.

C’mon Chief Steward Chadwick.

Do please properly explain.


But Wait, There’s More – Robbie Fradd Rides the Double on Get Faves Beat Day at Doomben, And Almost Kills a Young Punk Too – And What Does the Chief Steward Say? – Giddy Up!

Robbie Fradd’s ride on the maiden earlier was bad.

This one puts it in the shade.

It’s race 5 at Doomben yesterday.

Fradd’s on the one drawn 2 in the blue and white, the same colours as the one that he rode like a bush cowboy before.

This time his mount jumps, but clearly against his will, because he immediately slams on the brakes.

It’s like a comedy movie.

The best jockey in the state pretends that he’s been jammed up by the ones inside and outside of him, and checks as if he’s been forced to, when he was actually about a neck in front of both of them and holding his ground when he braked.



Then a hundred or so metres later Fradd pretends he’s been checked again, and jams the stop pedal to the metal, even though there is actually nothing causing him any interference except fresh air.

So quick does Robbie Fradd choke the fave, that he almost puts Luke Tarrant down head first into the ground.



How Tarrant stayed up is both an unsolvable mystery and monument to how good a bloody jockey he could be if he kicked the gear and decided to walk a straight line. His plight’s a tragedy, but sadly no-one can arrest his career suicide except himself, and the kids so young that its near impossible. I weep for him, and I mean that, but I don’t and can’t condone his behaviour.

Tarrant’s a tragedy.

Fradd’s just no good.

Watch the video and see what he does after that.

He’d dead set have to be kidding wouldn’t he?

So would Chief Steward Peter Chadwick, who made a rare appearance at a midweek meeting yesterday, perhaps not by coincidence either, but hey I’m just a deeply cynical soul so don’t listen to me.

Just read the Stewards Report instead.

Do you see any reference to Robbie Fradd almost putting Luke Tarrant down and into a wheelchair for life, other than a one liner blaming Luke not Fradd?

No, me either.

Wasn’t Chadwick the Chief Steward in Singapore at the same time that Robbie Fradd was riding there too?

Funny that.


Robbie Fradd Proves the Doc a Genius – And Shows Us Why We’re All Just Mugs

Do you remember Dr Geoff Chapman telling us a month or two ago that the easiest way for a jockey to hook is a horse is to miss the kick a bit, make sure they get stuck wide, and then work the horse hard and even wider coming around the home turn?

The Doc’s not the best euchre player in the world because he’s dumb.

Robbie Fradd is on the $2.35 favourite Tayella.

It opened in the sauce and blew out the door.

The Heathcote trained runner in the familiar pink and black silks is the second fave and it has backed for plenty.

Fradd did what Fradd does, and Dr Geoff prescribed, and got the hotpot beat.

The plunge horse was the winner of course, of course.

One one was one racehorse, and two two was one too; but one one’s jockey was trying, while two two’s rider just said fuck you.

The Stewards were on to Fradd, but what they can do?

Just like his countrymen Lloyd and Schofield, he’s too good to get caught.

Fradd told the stipes a plausible but utter bullshit tale of woe, although he stretched it a little bit far when he added that the horse was a bit disappointing in the run to the line.

I’m sure we would be too if we travelled via the cape and the leader kicked off the turn and ran home its last sick in 34.87 seconds.

These world class jockeys don’t just ride in Brisbane because they enjoy the EKKA winds.

Don’t you worry about that.



What the Hell Was Going on Here?

What the hell was going on in this race?

The favourite Cruz, trained by Killer Cross, had won its last three in a row at Albion Park, running 1.50.4 and 1.50.8 in the mile races, and 1.53.2 over 2138m.

Kid Montana was the 2nd favourite. It had won 2 of its last 3, running 1.51.4 over the mile and 1.56.3 over the marathon 2680m journey.

Both are drawn badly – Cruz on the inside of the 2nd row, Kid Montana in 5 off the front – but still it looks a match race on paper, and when Chris Geary by hook, crook and clever guile manages to push off the fence into the running land force Kylie Rasmussen on the 3rd fave Major Cam three-wide early, it looks to be game over.

Northview Hustler, a former Kiwi on the the rise whose star has fast fallen, has got a soft lead, and after Geary has given Rasmussen what for, she takes Major Cam around to sit outside it.

On the leaders back is Subtle Delight, who for a long time was a good, solid, handy toiler, but who like many horses of the post-September 19 age has somehow in his 6th year grown half a leg and is running miles 1.6 seconds faster than he ever could before.

They crawl through the first quarter in a ridiculously slow 31.8, so at the 1200m mark Geary whips out on Criz and zips around. He has a peek for the lead but Northview Hustler’s driver would be mad to give it up, and he doesn’t, so Cruz is in the death.

The second quarter is run is a slick 27.8, but that only makes the time for the half 59.6, which is very slow for a field full of Group race winners. From the spot outside the leader controlling the speed for the final half Cruz just looks a get in the queue job.

Meanwhile out the back it seems that the driver of Kid Montana, Lachie Manzelmann, has fallen asleep in the bike, because he just sits at the back doing nothing. He stays there too, not moving a muscle until the turn, when its far, far too late given that the slow early speed means they will be sizzling home.

It’s a rather questionable drive is the kindest thing that I can say, and I’m being very nice indeed by saying it.

The field reaches the 400 in a fast 28.1 seconds. and not a single driver has moved. They are all still sitting where they were 800 metres before.

Geary ramps it up on Cruz and attacks.

He joins Northview Hustler just before the turn, but then suddenly just as they hit the straight Cruz punctures like a pricked balloon and he’s gone!


Is the same horse we’ve been seeing brain all comers over the past month? It can’t be.

The leader kicks, but Subtle Delight gets the sprint lane, and runs it down in a final split of 27.3.

Kid Montana runs last.

With the two faves out of the placings the First 4 pays the pool on all TAB’s.

The trifecta pays $580, $700 and $780.

The Quaddies – which have run fav/fav/this one/2nd fave – pay $464.

Some smart bugger or three have each had it for multiple units across the corporates.

And what do the Stewards say?

What do you reckon?


Welcome to Queensland, city of dreams.




If This Ain’t Team Driving by the McMullen’s, Then Please Sir, Tell Me What Is


This is race 5 at Albion Park on Saturday night.

It is a race that should have seen at least two of the McMullen sisters suspended for a long period of time for team driving.

Let me step you through it.

Pinup boy is a former star juvenile who looked a Derby prospect as a 3-year-old but didn’t quite come on as expected. It may not have kept pace with the Colt’s progress, but

the horse still goes okay, as its record of 8 wins and 10 placings since April proves.

Six of its eight wins this prep have come when its lead in the race, and another came from the sprint lane, and the last time it drew barrier 1 and led it won in 1.54.1, so you would expect driver Adam Sanderson to be firing it out of the gate tonight.

Be Mac Ce is a transplanted Kiwi who came across to the stables of John McMullen Jr post September last year with the very ordinary record of 33 starts for just 3 wins, the best of them in a mile rate of 1.58.8.

J-Mc Junior must be learning some tricks off his soon to be Son-in-Law Ryan Veivers, for he has improved the once slow horse by 5 seconds in the space of seven months, as evidenced by its win 3 starts back over this journey starting from barrier 4 and running a rate of 1.53.9.

Man From Braavos is one of those Luke and Belinda McCarthy owned horses that have been sent up to Queensland to be trained by Rocket Ronnie Sallis.As has become customary in recent times, it bolted in at Redcliffe last start and took a second and a half off its previous best mark.

On that occasion it started from the same barrier 4 as it has in this race, was driven hard from the gate to find the death seat outside the leader, ground that horse into the ground by running a 27.9 second last quarter, and ran away to win by 11.3 metres in a rate of 1.56.2.

It would be logical to assume that it might race in the same pattern this evening, particularly given the horse’s long history of being driven exactly the same way when starting from middle draws off the front row.

At West Point is the horse that shot Ryan Veivers to the number 1 spot in the World Training Ranks, after he transformed it from a Clydesdale that had won 1 from 32 last season in Tassie claimers, into a front running speed machine who can run 1.51.0 when leading and setting the pace.

The problem here is that it has only ever won 2 races in its life off the back row, and they were weak restricted age affairs 3 years ago. Since then the pacer’s record off the second row is 0 from 18 with just 3 placings.

Rhino has the old bloke flying high at the moment, but if everyone in the race abides by the rules its difficult to see how the horse could possibly get to the lead without having to work its guts out 3 and 4 wide in the middle stages which would tank it, so it has to be considered an enormous risk in this race over the mile.

That’s the form analysis and speed map for you.

Now meet the McMullen sisters.

The baby of the bunch Taleah is on Be Mac Ce in gate 3.

Big sister Narissa is on her outside in gate 4.

Middle sister Danielle is on Taleah’s back off number 10 on the 2nd row.

Look what happens here.



The score up, and thanks to the wonders of Startercam we can see Taleah first have a look down and behind to check that Danielle’s on her back, and then as they reach the starting point have a quick look behind to confirm it.

Looking back behind you when you’re drawn gate 3 on a leader over a mile and you’re only a few metres from the start seems a bit funny, doesn’t it.

Ha ha ha.


The starter lets them go, and Sanderson on Pinup Boy starts well from the inside, but understandably when Taleah drives out hard he lets her cross so he can sit on her back in the sprint lane.

Narissa begins well outside Taleah and should be pushing forward on her outside to grab the death seat early, but doesn’t.

Instead she just lets the horse amble along in the wide lane.


Because she wants to let Dannielle through.


She succeeds.

See that horse slicing inside Narissa’s one in the red hood?

That’s little sister Danni.


Dannielle goes to the death.

Then he has a go for the lead.

And Taleah lets her cross without a yelp.

The race has only been going for less than 300 metres, and the favourite who started from the outside of the back row is already in front.

Its game over.

Danielle wins.

Taleah runs second.

Pinup Boy finishes third.

Narissa doesn’t seem to try at all.

Just look at this stargazing she is doing in the straight.



What’s she looking for? Bunyips?

All I can see is clear air.

And a whole lotta cheating.

So what do the Stewards say about it?


Perhaps the Commissioner might raise it in his weekly meeting with the McMullen girl’s Mum Jeanette this morning.

I doubt it, don’t you?

I doubt a lot of things about Queensland racing these days.

This race is one of them.





Trainers With Magic Wands, Camels Turning into Kingston Town, Plunges Landing on Plodders, and Stevie Wonder Stewards – Toowoomba Racing is a Farce – The Chief Steward Must Be Sacked

Haven’t these horses improved since they have come here? This has gone to another level altogether. It’s spread eagling them!

That’s what the Clifford Park caller said about Point the Wagon, the winner of race 5 at Toowoomba on Saturday night, and wasn’t he right too.

Point the Wagon was a 14 start maiden coming into this race, a slow horse who had only ever managed to run a place twice before in its life, they being a pair of thirds at Royal Yeppoon and Magnificent Mackay. At it’s previous three starts it had run last beaten 15 lengths at Doomben, ninth of 12 beaten six lengths at Emerald, and 4th of 9 beaten ten lengths at Beaudesert.

So with a formline like that you can imagine the bookies surprise when a select group of punters started jumping out of trees to take the double figure odds they’d put up early about Point the Wagon’s chances in this race, and then kept coming and coming and coming, and didn’t stop until they’d backed the horse $5 just as the starter said go.

If we had known what those well-informed gamblers knew we would have all backed it too. In fact we would have sold everything that we owned to pile on Point the Wagon, and it would have been the smartest bet of lives.


Because this horse had jet fuel in its tanks.

It came out fast, worked the leader hard from its outside until the one on the inner wilted, then hit the jet burners and sprinted away like Bernborough to win by the Maiden by an ever widening margin of near on eight lengths, in a time only marginally slower than the winners of up to four races ran in the BM63 a few races before.

Let’s be perfectly Shirley here shall we, and call a spade a shovel?

This race stinks.

The Stewards Report smells worse.

The whole thing is just not on.


Something is really, really rotten in the state of Toowoomba racing.

I don’t care what anyone says, or what explanation they might attempt to give, horses don’t improve twenty lengths in a week, even on soft tracks, and especially not in harder company.

The thought of it being possible is preposterous.

What is even more preposterous however is the thought that a panel of experienced racing Stewards led by an even more experienced Chief Steward in the form of Rion Hitchener, would not haul the trainer in to ask him to provide an explanation for the giant form reversal that Point the Wagon displayed at Toowoomba on Saturday night.

It’s unthinkable that they wouldn’t.

But they didn’t.

Not a single word was asked.

The only reference at all to Point the Wagon in the entire official Stewards Report was to note that it laid out under pressure in the home straight.

Even that was wrong. It actually laid out because it was going so quick that the inexperienced jockey Girish Goomany couldn’t hold it straight.

It gets worse though.

Rather than ask how a a horse that got beaten 10 lengths at Beaudesert last time out could come to Clifford Park a fortnight later and win by 8, the Stewards instead initiated a running and handling inquiry into honest little Nozi Tomizawa’s ride on the $13 shot that ran third.

Are they kidding?

No, they are just trying to kid you.

There is only one way to clean up the fetid, rotting mess that Toowoomba racing has become in recent times, and that is to get rid of the current Stewards en-masse.

Transfer them elsewhere, move them on, sack them if you have to.

Sack the Chief Steward for sure.

There is no way that what has been going on, and continues to go on, at Toowoomba could happen under a firm, honest, highly competent Chief Steward. No way in a million years. He or she would be stamping down on it with a jack boot, and sending hard messages to trainers and jockeys to clean up their game.

Hitchener hasn’t, and now the racing jurisdiction that he presides over is the laughing stock of the nation, and so is he. Hitchener’s actions and inactions are bringing the sport into disrepute, and public confidence in the integrity of Toowoomba racing is at an all time low. It is impossible to see it ever rising while he holds the reins.

As for trainer Vic Heading?

Well this is the third winner he’s trained in eight days who has come into a race off atrocious form and won like Phar Lap.

This from a no-name country trainer with a strike rate of just 4 percent.

You don’t have to be Einstein to work out how he’s doing it do you?

I guess you’d have to care enough enough to do the calculations though first.

Rion Hitchener clearly doesn’t, or can’t.

Sack him Commissioner.

He is turning your QRIC into a joke.

And it’s just not funny.



The McCarthy/Sallis Connection Keeps Sparking Success in Queensland – Rivers Run Deep – But Some Things Run Deeper


I have commented a number of times recently about the run of success that Queensland trainer Ron Sallis is having with NSW cast-offs owned by members of the extended McCarthy clan from Cobbity Farm and beyond, and the amazing streak continued again last night at Albion Park.

In recent weeks we have witnessed wins by Sallis-trained horses owned by Janelle McCarthy (Luke’s mother), Belinda McCarthy (his wife), Fleur De Lil Pty Ltd (Luke and Belinda’s private company), and Cobbity Equine Farm, and last night it was the turn of Mr and Mrs WL and AE Lamb, the parents of Belinda McCarthy.

Rocknroll Dude started out its career with Killer Cross three years ago in fine style, winning three of its first six starts at Bathurst, Newcastle and Cranbourne, but then went off the boil, losing 13 in a row. It then won in slow time at Albion Park, had two more runs without success for Killer, and was transferred to Mathew McCarthy, Luke’s uncle, out at Bathurst.

It went 11 without a win for John McCarthy’s brother, but in among them was a DQ from a win in the Golden Gig amateur drivers series final for being driven by a pro. It then won 3 from 13 in the NSW north-west, the fastest in 1.57.8 in a race where it got a soft suck behind the leader.

Rocknroll Dude then had two more starts at Bathurst in May, racing roughly in both of them and looking like it was sore, and running stone motherless in each, then it gets sent up to Queensland to Ron Sallis.

Here’s the funny thing – the owners didn’t flick it, they simply transferred it to Ron, meaning that the Rainbow connection – the McCarthy link – remained unsevered.

It has three starts for Sallis for two placings, and then it goes bang bang.

It leads and wins in an ordinary class affair on a Thursday at Redcliffe a week ago, and runs 1.59.1.

Then it comes out at Albion Park at a metro meeting last night, wins and shaves 2 seconds off its lifetime best, run three years ago.

1.55.1 it ran.

Bloody incredible isn’t it?

They say rivers run deep.

I say that the McCarthy claws, paws and in-laws run deeper.

Make of that what you will.

All of Life’s a Circle – And Masks are Nothing New


Those that don’t know history know nothing.

David Hayes horse Top Rating recorded a positive swab to a banned steroid after winning the 1994 Naturalism Stakes.

Somehow Hayes got out if it, and the horse kept the race.

But all of life’s a circle.

Know how the Alligator’s trainer Dick Van Dyke changed his name from David Hayes to avoid being associated with that trainer?

And do you remember how the Alligator threw a positive to Altrenogest?

Well guess what that drug can, and often is, used as a mask for in male horses.


We didn’t just start wearing masks when the virus came along.

Don’t you worry about that.


Gee Stewy, That’s Good Stewarding, Innit?


A $31 shot named Betajet wins a Class 3 over 860m at Gatton first-up on Thursday.

It’s a horse who has had 27 starts for 3 wins and 12 placings, which is a pretty handy record by any low-class provincial horse’s rating.

Betajet has been placed 2 from 4 first-up, and it’s record at the tricky Gatton circuit is 2 runs for a win and a second.

At it’s last start before the spell, the horse had run last in a much harder Class 4 at Doomben when it was at the end of its prep, the saddle had slipped at the start, it had been posted 3-wide for the journey, and due to the saddle issues the young 3-kilo claimer on board had been unable to ride it out. In fact she was in such difficulty that the apprentice had been lucky to actually stay on at all.

The stipes called trainer Brad Smith in afters its win and demanded an explanation for its improved form.

Smith would have been well within his rights to drop to the floor laughing, and fling a form guide at them.

Instead he patiently pointed out what from one look at the race book I just told you above.

We’re blessed by the high quality of stewarding in Queensland aren’t we?\

Let’s not chase the cheats.

It’s far easier to pick on the innocent little guys.

God help us all.