How true would you say, about a horse having a blood transfusion Murray. To create more oxygen before a big race,
So increasing hemoglobin allows higher amounts of oxygen to reach and fuel an athlete's muscles. This can improve stamina and performance, particularly in long-distance events, such as running and cycling
Question for Murray.
Didn’t Chelsea football players have something similar done to increase injury repair time about 20 years agoDevo1956 wrote: ↑Mon Aug 12, 2024 9:11 am How true would you say, about a horse having a blood transfusion Murray. To create more oxygen before a big race,
So increasing hemoglobin allows higher amounts of oxygen to reach and fuel an athlete's muscles. This can improve stamina and performance, particularly in long-distance events, such as running and cycling
I was told years ago about this, being carried out in Saudi Arabia at the biggest stable over there. What i was told but was not sure if true.NeilA wrote: ↑Mon Aug 12, 2024 9:27 amDidn’t Chelsea football players have something similar done to increase injury repair time about 20 years agoDevo1956 wrote: ↑Mon Aug 12, 2024 9:11 am How true would you say, about a horse having a blood transfusion Murray. To create more oxygen before a big race,
So increasing hemoglobin allows higher amounts of oxygen to reach and fuel an athlete's muscles. This can improve stamina and performance, particularly in long-distance events, such as running and cycling
Yea, there's been all of that, blood doping, elephant juice, blue magic, cobalt, steroids, oh I could go on and on.
And yet, the good ones keep winning..
And yet, the good ones keep winning..
Greetings from the land down under. 
Blessed is he who expecteth nothing, for verily, he shall not be disappointed.
Blessed is he who expecteth nothing, for verily, he shall not be disappointed.
Okay, now is probably a time to tell a story.
I am 68 years old, and this happened when I was an apprentice, so it gives you a time line.
I was riding a lot of winners, and could ride light, so was in demand. I was riding quite a lot for a trainer whose main owner was a funeral undertaker. He was a terrific bloke, used to do the local football show on the radio every Saturday morning.
So, I would catch the train on the Friday afternoon, and Ross would pick me up from the station. I was terrified the first time, he threw my suitcase and saddles in the back of the hearse.
Of course he was just playing with me.
So, one day my boss got a call, old Roy had a good one running in the cup at a place I shall not mention.
It only had 7 stone something. So, up I went on the train.
Next morning we loaded the old horse on the trailer, and headed west. I had to do about 7 stone 9 pounds so I had eaten nothing the day before and had nothing to drink. As it got to about 100 F I was dozing.
In the middle of nowhere they stopped.
Old Roy and his mate took a matchbox full of white powder and pushed it over the back of the old horse's throat. Well, we won the cup, and it took me another lap to pull him up.
I am 68 years old, and this happened when I was an apprentice, so it gives you a time line.
I was riding a lot of winners, and could ride light, so was in demand. I was riding quite a lot for a trainer whose main owner was a funeral undertaker. He was a terrific bloke, used to do the local football show on the radio every Saturday morning.
So, I would catch the train on the Friday afternoon, and Ross would pick me up from the station. I was terrified the first time, he threw my suitcase and saddles in the back of the hearse.
Of course he was just playing with me.
So, one day my boss got a call, old Roy had a good one running in the cup at a place I shall not mention.
It only had 7 stone something. So, up I went on the train. Next morning we loaded the old horse on the trailer, and headed west. I had to do about 7 stone 9 pounds so I had eaten nothing the day before and had nothing to drink. As it got to about 100 F I was dozing.
In the middle of nowhere they stopped.
Old Roy and his mate took a matchbox full of white powder and pushed it over the back of the old horse's throat. Well, we won the cup, and it took me another lap to pull him up.
Greetings from the land down under.
Blessed is he who expecteth nothing, for verily, he shall not be disappointed.
Blessed is he who expecteth nothing, for verily, he shall not be disappointed.
What a great reading, did you spend much time away from your home when you was young Murray. I should really keep these questions until March when i visit.Murray wrote: ↑Mon Aug 12, 2024 10:09 am Okay, now is probably a time to tell a story.
I am 68 years old, and this happened when I was an apprentice, so it gives you a time line.
I was riding a lot of winners, and could ride light, so was in demand. I was riding quite a lot for a trainer whose main owner was a funeral undertaker. He was a terrific bloke, used to do the local football show on the radio every Saturday morning.
So, I would catch the train on the Friday afternoon, and Ross would pick me up from the station. I was terrified the first time, he threw my suitcase and saddles in the back of the hearse.
Of course he was just playing with me.
So, one day my boss got a call, old Roy had a good one running in the cup at a place I shall not mention.
Next morning we loaded the old horse on the trailer, and headed west. I had to do about 7 stone 9 pounds so I had eaten nothing the day before and had nothing to drink. As it got to about 100 F I was dozing.
In the middle of nowhere they stopped.
Old Roy and his mate took a matchbox full of white powder and pushed it over the back of the old horse's throat. Well, we won the cup, and it took me another lap to pull him up.