Originally Posted by
avondalemiller
My brother was offered a job( when he'd retired) at a trainer based at Southwell. He used ride the retired horses along with his girl friend at the time. We went to Donny and one of this trainers horses was running. After my introduction to him, my brother asked if we should have a bet on his only runner. "oh no, it's been injured, and we're just giving it a run out"..........how many had a bet not knowing that it wasn't even trying to win. This trainer had a horse called Sandberg Denim(something like that) and my Dad always got the nod, either bet to win or EW, it won my Dad a few quid. It was the early 90's, Dad died 1996, bless him.