I'm looking forward to my race at Redcar on Tuesday. Tim Etherington, my trainer, says that track usually dries out quick as it's built on sand, so it should be fast enough to suit me.

I am getting a little nervous, however, and not just about the race. As readers of the Press will know, the top yard here at Wold House Stables - I live in the bottom yard - is being sold and I'm a little worried about who the new neighbours will be. Granted, they might be nice, but what if they are the horses from hell?

Anyway, must dash. I've got more important things to do today than write for a newspaper. For those of you who've been on Mars this week, England were playing Argentina in the biggest World Cup grudge match ever.

Tim had wanted me to go training on the gallops, but I feigned injury so I could watch the game like everyone else. I might end up needing a doctor's note, but I'm sure I'll bump into a vet in the pub.

By the way, I'll be phoning my old mate Emile Horskey before kick-off to ask him to get a goal for once.

Regards,

Evening Press.

Updated: 12:46 Friday, June 07, 2002