WHAT THE FANS SAY!
Quixall's friends send poems and stories
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WHAT THE FANS SAY! Quixall's friends send poems and stories |
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The faces behind the Quixall Crossett website!
Geoff Sanderson (holding Quixall), Jeremy (right) and Steve at Southwell on July 22nd
2001. Photo kindly provided by Ian Brown |
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With fan Ciaran Brown (Photo:Ian Brown) Ciaran attended Quixall's 100th run and we are indebted to the kindness of his father Ian (a professional photographer) who provided us with some wonderful photos. Ian's website can be seen here
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BEAU REGARDE b f by Clantime out of Noor Jehan Form: September 1999, Newcastle. Tailed off in 1m Maiden Stakes This mare is called Beau Regarde. Her owner, Teresa pictured, has been writing to Quixall on an almost daily basis for a few months. Quixall of course replies. Then the mails started coming from Beau to Quixall. Right from the start they knew there was something special between them, and Quixall has now suggested that they run away (fairly slowly) together - Beau had one run at Newcastle, finishing last. It just goes to show that no-one should use a PC unsupervised, as anything can happen. Quixall is besotted and is seeking permission to form the Beau Regard Fan Club. Two love-sick teenagers whom the Internet has brought together!!!! |
| Beau Regarde. A man called John Vickers bred Beau, she was so good looking (as you know) that she did in-hand showing. Apparently she was pretty good but I have been unable to find out any detailed information. Whilst out in the paddocks she was injured, her left hock became infected and she went into the vets in Newmarket for a little while.It ended her show career and left her with a big, ugly lump. So she was put in foal (to an arab). I first met John and Beau in a livery yard in 1997. John wasn't really interested in riding her, so Beau went out on loan as a riding horse. She was returned six weeks later as she was not quiet enough. She hadn't done much ridden work so it was hardly a surprise. John then put Beau in a racing yard, he was hoping that his son, Lee Vickers (a useful conditional jockey) could race ride her. After the Newcastle run, John decided to forget it. So I took her on loan. John decided to go abroad and wanted to sell Beau. I couldn't afford to buy her and so very kindly he gave her to me. Things were going okay until Easter sunday,..........I turned the horses out, Beau and another mare had a kicking match. Beau lost. She was injured on the right rear leg. I knew it was bad, there was blood everywhere, she had severed an artery. The vet wanted to take her into Newmarket, but there was no way that I could afford it.He didn't know if she would make it anyway. The vet was brilliant and very understanding. After two months of intensive treatment and box rest, she was allowed to walk out, although heavily bandaged. Two months later she was allowed turn out in a small pen and I was allowed to ride her. We had to take it very steady, but Beau slowly improved. There is still some filling in the leg, but she is not lame on it. Things have progressed well and she moved onto trotting and cantering (steady).We have even done a few small jumps lately, at first I was unsure about doing it but she didn't look right or left and flew over them.Beau is lucky to still be here, but now has two dodgy hind legs. However they do not appear to stop her from galloping around the paddocks. She is now turned out alone, as I can't risk anything else happening to her. She is as well as I've ever had her, which might explain some of her recent behaviour. So thats the story, she's now ten, a bit green and a bit tricky. But I love her madly,.......or am I mad to love her! |
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This is the man behind the Quixall website! For more Famous Racehorses click here The site evolved around an existing page for Quixall on the Famous Racehorses website. Geoff liked the page but thought there was a bit more to the story than simply a national hunt horse that couldn't win.
Steve's pictured (left) with Pebbles the cat and right with Blessingindisguise |
| Hello Quixall and Geoff, How
is life treating you both?.I hope you are both doing well, how is the weather up there?.
Down here its very sunny and warm, a nasty thunderstorm last night, but a glorious day today. I have had a few days holiday from the
Pharmacy, so have been watching Chester Races, some beautiful horses, but none as
wonderful as you, Quixall… Much love to you both and all at the Farm, Photo of us attached, from work, I am the short dark one second from left. |
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With Jeremy Grayson, one of Quixall's biggest fans. Its Jeremy that compiles the amazing Caine Chronology. Jeremy is the world's leading expert on Quixall Crossett, and all things Caine. Where, when, how far ? Jeremy's the man you need to talk to. |
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The photo is of Daisy Walker from Harwood, in Bolton. She is two years old.
"No, Geoff!! This is how you do it!!".
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This is Lee Ann Day who is another devoted
Quixall fan. Lee-Ann has a heart of gold and her love of horses is second to none. Lee Ann is pictured here aboard Quixall! |
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Some photos of one of Quixall's biggest
fans, Danni, with her own horse: The Battered Brigade The mark of a stake in the shoulder Their knocks have been gathered in duty Their scars in the front of the fray It isn't your cleanest legged beauty Thats first at the end of the day When five foot of timber before us Has half of the pretty ones stayed If you want to catch up to the chorus Come on with the Battered Brigade |
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STEEPLECHASE (By Quixall Crossett). Up go all the tapes and off we all go I get a kick, but it's only for show They all race away as if shot from a gun While I gallop on 'cos I'm having great fun We gather ourselves when approaching the jumps And all we can see are the other chaps' rumps Over we leap without hitch or stumble But one or two have taken a tumble Surefooted and true we race round the track Three furlongs to go and we're not at the back "Come on old chap, let's give it a go!" So we pass a few others who are starting to blow With the finish in sight, I soar like a bird Past the post, Good God, I've finished third! My man pulls me up with a tug on the rein But all I can think is: "Let's do it again!" (Larry. From Kent). |
| From
Mrs. Wilson, of Hull: Ode To The Superstar.
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| Untitled (To the tune of "The Blaydon Races" and "The Lambton Worm"). Whisht lads, haad yor gobs Aa'll tell ye aall an aaful story Whisht lads, haad yor gobs An aal tell ye 'bout the horse One Sunday morn, aud Quixall Went a-racin' at the Sedge He'd a guid jockey on his back We thowt he had the edge (Chorus) Oh me lads, you should've seen him gannin' Jumpin' the fences all the way But the others left him stannin' Aal the bookies they were there They aal had smilin' faces Quixall he had tried again But wisnae in the places Quixall being a stubborn sod Thowt he'd got the nod He should work in a builder's yard Carryin' a hod Noo Quixall, we ken ye can ran very far And, tae us, ye'll awaes be a super superstar Repeat chorus. Noo Quixall, we ken ye can ran very far And, tae us, ye'll awaes be a super superstar (Wullie. An octagenarian Scotsman, living in Kent). |
| Untitled Quixall, you're the devil, You're leading me astray Each time you run, My money's on at 500/1 each way The bookies look at me indulgently, They suspect I have some sway But one of these fine days, Quixall, my boy, We'll make the bu**ers pay When you are streaking down the homestraight We'll hear the punters roar The hopes of all true race folks Will soar and soar and soar The bookies on the course will huddle And lay off that bet of mine As Quixall, crosses regally That long-sought winning line But if perchance that you decide It's really not your day Or decide to watch the flowers grow Or stop at home and eat some hay It's nay a problem, Quixall boy, You'll cover all the ground Brave heart you have, we all agree, So go home safe and sound (Keith. From Kent). |
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Sherriff, of Wigan: |
| A HERO OF OUR
TIMES To capture the public's imagination, You really must be an equine sensation. The so-called stars off the flat, Have been and gone before you say, "Whassatt??" The hacks deride - yes there are some, But I always tell them - he's a pedigree chum!! A magical sight, you soar in the air You'd win every time, if the flat bits weren't there. The smell of the hoof oil, the roar of the crowd, The noise is for you, 'cos we're all so proud. The line approaches - will we make a profit? We shout and cheer - "Come on Quixall - CROSS IT!" It's not the winning, it's the taking part, Yes, dear Old Quixall, you've captured our hearts.
by Ruth M. from Runcorn |
"May Quixall never become less
Quixally". J. M.
Hence, we decided to put together these pages and this is what happened!!
