TRANSLATING racing’s terminology to newbies, sounds a bit like a pitch in a HRI marketing workshop, but on a muggy day in Galway, that struggle was real.

One vociferous and likely well-oiled if not well-heeled young gentleman was a victim of such a conundrum. He had roared home the winner of the amateur riders’ flat maiden, Buildmeupbuttercup. However, his girlfriend, who one assumes was expecting to reap the benefits of a lottery windfall, was struggling to comprehend that 50 at bottle-on does not a WAG lifestyle create.