Frankie, Frankie, Frankie....
What have you done?
Once the toast of a nation, a housewives favourite, and the go to jockey for many a top trainer, and the mastermind behind the infamous "Frankie 7" at Ascot, now, a cocaine snorting, disrespectful, attention seeking ego maniac of simply EPIC proportions, who is more interested in his restaurants and media appearances (check out his PERFECTLY choreographed interview with Claire Balding about his "drug taking" and "cutting issues"....pull the other one, it's got bells on) than he is in ACTUALLY DOING HIS BLOODY JOB, which is, in simplistic terms, riding horses and trying to win, and as those jobs go, he had the best one in all the equine world.
SUCH is the GARGANTUAN nature of his utter, UTTER disrespect for The Great Sheik and Goldolphin, he ACTUALLY went to ride Camelot in the Arc, in the process, not so much biting the hand that has fed him, and VERY well indeed for YEARS, but pretty much gnawing it to the bone, but hey, he's BIGGER than the game remember, he's the one and only FRANKIE, him of the flying dismount (NEVER liked that) and that oh so cheeky smile, unfortunately, for me, he is, without a shadow of a doubt the single most OVERRATED jockey in the history of flat racing, who, from early in his career has been pretty much spoon fed the creme de la creme of the equine world through Godolphin, and when that dried up, the great Sheik just waited until the end of the 2 year old campaign and purchased the top horses from rival stables for inflated prices (Cape Verdi, i'm looking at you, running a filly in the derby, do me a favour!!!) but still, STILL this wasn't enough for ol' Lanfranco.
A winner of over 500 group races worldwide, with what appeared to be an infinite, unquenchable thirst for success, the world was both at his feet, and indeed his oyster, so why, WHY did he, in one fell swoop TOTALLY alienate his boss, and the SINGLE most powerful man in racing, and start jamming charlie up his hooter?!?!?!?
When France Gallop banned him for 6 months back in November 2012 I was hoping, praying, BEGGING that he would call it a day, and let the dying, embarrassing pantomime come to a respectful close, but no, NO SIR-EEEEE.....in a whirlwind of inteviews, P.R bullshit, grins, and a carefully crafted hanging bottom lip...BOOM!!!...the twat is BACK!!!
His Lawyer (now, THERE'S a job) has stated on the record, that in addition to admitting taking cocaine he:
"also accepts that he has let down the sport he loves and all those associated with it, as well as the wider public"
Well woopy-fucking-doo-shit for him, you can put a cat in the oven but it don't make it a biscuit.....
I could go on and on and on and ON about my utter, UTTER DISDAIN for the ickle poison dwarf, but I fear I'd run out of breath and capitulate before my opinions were fully out.
He was meant to be returning, all guns blazing, fanfare 'n' all to Leicester this evening in the 650pm, but alas, France Gallop have put paid top that, for a few days at least (but yet his agent Ray Cochrene, was still booking him rides.........go figure)
The winner of his "return race" was called "Prime Exhibit", which just COULDN'T be more apt, because Lanfranco Dettori is INDEED a prime exhibit, but unfortunately for racing, one of a grovelling, whining, spoilt child, who once had everything, lost the LOT and now believes he deserves to have it all back, just because he's had an enforced 6 month holiday, lucky he wasn't caught on a bike in the Alps, he'd be banned for life.....
Be Lucky!!!
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