So how many times do you see a Premiership footballer go down like he's been hit by a small juggernaut roll round in pretend agony and then get up when no ones looking? Saturday night after we finally broke the home hoodoo, (thankfully the water cart only made its mark after Heat 8!)there I was talking to the 747 who nonchalantly told me he'd been riding for a couple of weeks with two broken ribs. Now I know a few people had been getting on the boys back about some sub standard performances but surely that puts it into a bit of perspective. Not much racing on Monday Leicester came into it after the Heat 8 soaking which certainly brought Richard Hall to life! But at least we got a much needed win with everyone getting at least a paid victory. Little Ben didn't have much luck, you have to be tough to mix it with Mr Graversen and it looked as if he had his front wheel nipped away on the third bend to me.
A tough one coming up on yet another Bank Holiday Monday. Before the start of the season I tipped Ipswich to take the title and despite Somerset's cracking start I don't see any reason to change my mind. not too impressed with the 7:45pm start though that will keep me up until the early hours making sure the match report appears in Thursdays Star. No rest for the wicked but at least I won't be typing with two broken ribs!
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