A SPORTSMAN’S DREAM.

Shannon News, 21 August 1928, Page 3

A SPORTSMAN’S DREAM.

AFTER AN EXCELLENT DINNER. Being a lover of good living and all kinds of sport, I recently indulged in an excellent dinner, and spent the evening reading the sporting news. This was the result:— ■ “Put in the boot!” the crowd yelled a s the jack flew‘down the wing. But at that moment a sudden squall tore our spinnaker from .the 'target ftnd the bay gelding flashed over the net. at odds on the declared four no trumps doubled. The king’s pawn took the ehulcka with a cannon-ball service down the side line, making the chalk fly, and would have scored a penalty goal had not the forwards, rowing at 120 to the minute, switched up the harei from under the very hose of kitty. -It was. aces on the down, however, and. the crowd in the grandstands was getting excited. Suddenly there was a shout of “Checkmate,” and the umpire signalled a wide. It was now or never. With a hoarse cry of “fore,’’ Oppermau, pedalling rapidly, shot into the ring and hounds went, to cover with one up and two to play. There was no bid from the driver of the Austin Seven, but the goal-keeper redoubled the scratch man’s opening service and holed out with a magpie at 600 yards and a mashic shot to leg. Saute claimed a fall as the crews galloped down the straight, and at any moment there was a likelihood of the brindle dog lmscueing and leading with his left to the jaw, which must inevitably have resulted in the hare standing in towards the buoy and giving the pilot a chance l‘o make a spinning nose dive and volley him off the tee. In the nick of time the starling, dodging the second barrel, caught a crab and called off-side. At the same moment the helmsman, taking advantage of a fishtail wind, gave a wonderful exhibition of the crawl stroke, followed by a high mark at the-nineteenth hole, and cleverly clamped a headlock on dummy ending his spectacular run down the field by trumping his partner’s ace. The score was now 40-love, two bisques, an innings and- one for his knob. The position .seemed hopeless, but at this stage Patterson dealt a no-ball and Borotra went in. off the red, leaving Moriartv in the rough and badly euchred. With a roar of triumph Mercantile, taking the corner on two wheels, picked up the scent stionglj on the seventh green. Then,- amid intense excitement, the favourite for the Grand National looped the loop over the last hurdle, and, with a full hand up-his sleeve, breasted the tape on top gear and expired in a bunker.