You'd have to be blind freddie's optically challenged mate not to have spotted WOORIM at the weekend. Apparently caught on traffic in another of those high quality bookmaker benefits at Doomben, it was a case of blink...Whoosh! Race over.
Robert Heathcote told us that he'd been told by the handicapper himself that he needed to win by 3 lengths to get that much needed penalty to get him into the Straddie. And yesterday, having won by half a length, punters up and down the Eastern Seeboard wondered about the $15 on offer about a good thing that was sitting 51st in the order of entry. For a race with a max field of 20.
And blow me that today we hear that he did get a penalty after all and with the likely defections of the greatest horse in the world and lesser lights like our mate Captain Sonador, he's now a shoe-in to run in the Stradbroke.
The $15 is long gone, replaced by a measly $8. I'd be amazed if he didn't start at a longer price come race day. The great uncertainty of racing or another case of daft archaic rules meaning no one knows what's really going on. You decide...we've taken $12. All he has to do is win now.
