Was at Sandown 2 years ago with work colleagues, we go a couple of times a year. I was pretty drunk with 2 races to go and struggling to read the racecard. Horses were on the track and most people had vacated the area we were in (We sit on the balcony above the paddock) to go to watch the race. I look to the paddock, there is one horse still walking round with no jockey. Suddenly a jockey comes running over to mount the horse, a man in a suit seems to have appeared from nowhere and kindly helps the jockey into the saddle. They share words, the suited guy pats the jockey on the back and the horse goes to join the rest of the field. This is it I think, I have spotted skullduggery!! This horse cant lose, what is it what is it?!?!?! I squint hard to improve my view and spot it is number 5. Check my wallet, keep enough for a round of drinks and promptly go to the tote. £40 on number 5 please. (I normally bet £5 or £10 a race unless winning so this is quite big for me). A few minutes later, a huge roar goes up as the well punted favourite hits the front, but wait, whos that coming on the outside, its Zamperni……what number is it I cant see!!! Photgraph called….first number 5!!! The groan went up in the stands that the favourite had lost, and there was one mad man, me, running up the stairs screaming “Zamperini, Zamperini” !!! I must have looked a knob, but I felt great when it paid just over £10 on the tote 🙂 Drinks on me lads.