Undeterred, Freddy plugs away when he gets hit by some coleslaw, and it runs all over his face.
The jockey keeps control, but at the 600m Freddy gets whacked by a bread roll. Despite this, he moves closer to the race leader; he’s second. Then whack again! A salt & pepper shaker hits him right between the eyes, then a tube of salad dressing and slices or salami and fritz.
Once more, the jockey steadies Freddy and starts his big run wide. Freddy gives everything he’s got, but unfortunately gets beaten by a short half head. Freddy’s trainer and owners are furious, but the jockey says: “Don’t worry, I’m going to protest.”
The trainer says: “Protest? You were three metres apart as you crossed the line.”
And the jockey says: “I know boss, but Freddy was hampered between the 800 and 600 metre