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

It’s always been about timing. And karma. So when Australian Zac Purton returned to his home in Sydney late last week after a rollercoaster week in Hong Kong where the champion rider was hit with two separate fines totalling HK$200,000- chump change to him- for apparently breaking two of The Rules Of Racing, one just knew something of a game changing nature was going to happen. Zac was probably singing, “What’s it all about, Alfie?” regarding his time in Hong Kong while plann

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