Sixteen years ago, a 24 year old Australian jockey jockey named Zac Purton arrived in Hong Kong with wife Nicole. It was one giant leap into the whatever was there for the relatively unknown rider. After all, at the time, Hong Kong was known as a city that had made many rich very quickly and which also seduced many before eventually spitting them out towards the direction of the old Kai Tak airport. This would usually happen when the Independent Commission Against Corruption

While Hong Kong is trying to find its mojo and attract tourists, the young Trainer has almost been holding auditions. Maybe he has been holding auditions, and now Jamie Richards, age 33, and who rewrote the racing history books back home in New Zealand, seems to understand how the Hong Kong racing landscape works and what one must do to gently ease themselves into the game and succeed. As those of us who have been here for any length of time should know by now, Hong Kong is a

I might do the polite thing and listen to what people have to say, but this doesn’t mean that I trust nor believe them. One only believes in and follows that god-given sixth sense. It’s very rarely let me down. I was having a conversation about this subject early this morning with Caspar Fownes, a long time friend and one of the very few people in horse racing who I will always gladly make myself available to meet for lunch at 1 Harbour Road. These lunches cover much terrain