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Friday
Nov262010

THINKING LIKE A HORSE MADE ANNE UPTON A LEGEND


Anne Upton and Furious after his 1978 Holiday Inns triumph
(Photo : www.tabonline.co.za)

A JOURNEY OF SUCCESS

When the Summer Cup rolls around and racing fans reflect on the history of Johannesburg’s premier race, the names Furious and Anne Upton are likely to crop up.

Furious won the 1978 Holiday Inns (previously the Summer Handicap, now the Sansui Summer Cup). What made the victory special was that just a year earlier the gelding was on the scrap heap, about to be sold by his wealthy and impatient owner.

His trainer was far removed from the big time. Anne Upton’s private yard on a smallholding in Hilton, near Maritzburg, had never housed more than 16 thoroughbreds, many homebred by her family.

The millionaire behind Bull Brand beef products, Cyril Hurvitz, had bought Furious on the National Yearling Sale in Johannesburg. But the young son of Savonarola contracted biliary and when he came to race, performed dismally.

Hurvitz wanted to get rid of the expensive flop when his trainer, Fred Rickaby, who’d noticed Anne’s talents as a horsewoman, suggested she might have the patience and resources to turn the gelding around.

“Hurvitz called and said if I wanted to train Furious I should collect him from Fred’s yard at Summerveld,” recalls Anne. “When he arrived, he was a little light as a result of his illness, but he was very scopy. I thought cross-country work in the plantations around our farm would build him up, and it did.”

Furious’s first start for Anne was at Scottsville in January 1978 over 1600m.

“In those days there was the dip in the back straight at Scottsville where horses disappeared from view. With Furious still inexperienced I didn’t want him tangling with other horses, so I told jockey Harold Taylor to hang back in the dip,” says Anne. “So he came into the straight stone last. But he won by a distance. It was phenomenal.”

He won again in February at Greyville.

“I phoned Hurvitz to tell him - he was in Botswana counting his cattle - and he immediately said he wanted to win the Holiday Inns at Turffontein at the end of the year with Furious. In those days it was tough qualifying for major races, but Hurvitz insisted I do whatever was necessary.”

Furious kept on winning and clinched his spot in the big race when he travelled to Turffontein to win the Black & White Gold Bowl.

On 9 December 1978, less than 11 months after his first win, ridden by Robbie Sham, Furious claimed the Grade 1 Holiday Inns in style.

Unbeknown to the trainer, from the moment he instructed Anne to aim at the big race, Hurvitz started backing his horse heavily. It was one of the biggest betting coups in history.

Anne was born in Maritzburg in 1935 and educated at Wykeham School in the city.

At four, she was put on a horse by her mother, a noted horsewoman. She grew up in the horsey environment of the Natal Midlands, with all her family involved in equine sports. Her father, Jimmy Hampson, had racehorses with trainer George Salter.

Aged 16 Anne was winning flat races at gymkhanas and polo tournaments with the Underberg ladies team. But it was her uncommon skill in schooling ex-racehorses as polo ponies that grabbed attention.

“My mother sent me to Mrs Elizabeth Jonsson, an equitation specialist, who also noticed my gift for handling difficult horses.”

Anne was persuaded to apply for a racehorse trainer’s license, which she was granted in 1957 aged 21.

At the time, the only other woman trainer in the country was Johannesburg’s Hilda Knaupp.

At first Anne trained for her father and her husband, the former Natal cricketer Lou Upton, and had early success with a number of place finishes.

Her first winner came in 1958 with Infringe, one of three “broken down” horses from champion breeders’ The Birch Brothers.

Another of the Birch horses, Dowry, retired from the great Syd Garrett’s yard with a breathing problem, was used as a stallion. His offspring included Dowry’s Son, who was Anne’s first feature-race winner in the Kruger Day Handicap and who won seven in all.

Tympanist was an early star, sent as a three-time winner by owner Walter Grindrod. “He’d become uncontrollable and dangerous. I worked on him, got him right, and he won six for me.”

Owner Jurgen Rodseth sent her High Art, another temperamental type that Anne sorted out with tape recordings in the pens and got to win six times.

“So I developed a name for fixing bad horses.”

Anne says the secrets of her success were simple. “Firstly you’ve got to try to think like a horse. Work out what their problems are; why they resent doing what you ask them to. For example, it might be their vision, which isn’t as good as you’d expect.

“Secondly, quiet handling is essential. And thirdly, no use of a stick in training.”

Anne was also wary of jockeys quick with the riding crop in races and once unsuccessfully asked stipendiary stewards to prohibit a rider from carrying one when riding her horse.

On another occasion in the parade ring she asked a notoriously whip-happy jockey to show her his “persuader”, then refused to give it back, forcing the astonished rider to race without it. He won.

After Furious’ Holiday Inns victory, Hurvitz said the Met should be the next objective. Anne politely disagreed. “I told him his horse had done him proud and needed a rest. Also, I’d worked out that the Kenilworth left-hand turn wouldn’t suit him. We didn’t go to the Met.”

The target became the 1979 July Handicap.

Bold Tropic was an up-and-comer in the Hurvitz red and grey checked silks and the owner didn’t want his two stars competing against each other. Anne was forced to skip a planned prep run in the Drill Hall Stakes at Greyville in favour of Bold Tropic. The alternative prep on a hard Scottsville track resulted in a jarred leg and Furious had to be scratched from the July.

By August he’d recovered and doddled the Grade 1 Champion Stakes at Greyville.

In all, Furious won 14 races, including the Gold Cup under top weight and the Transvaal Champion Stakes, and ran 18 places, including a third and a fourth in subsequent runnings of the Holiday Inns.

“He was a horse in a million,” says Anne. “It was only the handicapper who got the better of him. Top horses have it much easier today. If I could have him racing now he’d be another Pocket Power.”

In retirement, Furious became the pre-race parade lead horse at Turffontein, enormously popular with racegoers. He is honoured by the Furious Room venue at the course.

North Island was another no-hoper who ended up at Hilton after being culled from a big stable. “I looked at the breeding and wondered why he’d been running over 1200m and 1400m when he’d been bred to go over ground,” says Anne.

The New Zealand-bred won four races for her from 1800m to 2450m.

“He came into the Holiday Inns with just 49.5kg - very different to what Furious had,” recalls Anne. “I told the jockey, Patrick Wynne, to take him to the front, let him run and see if the others could get him. He held on to win well.”

The owners, Campacres Syndicate, landed a major gamble but dissolved the partnership soon afterwards and North Island moved to a trainer in Johannesburg.

One horse who had Anne thinking she’d bitten off more than she could chew was Without A Doubt, sent to her by owner Tiaan van der Vyver after other trainers had given up.

“This horse was seriously mad,” she says. “But I found out that he’d once reared in stalls and hurt his back. So he was in pain and had a mental block. We worked on him slowly; only light dirt track work. He eventually won me seven and ran sixth in the July.”

In terms of ability, the only rival to Furious was St Ivo, a British import by legendary racehorse Sir Ivor. He joined Anne, who had moved her operation to the new training centre at Ashburton, in a batch belonging to Harry and Bridget Oppenheimer.

“I won with four of the five Oppenheimer horses, but St Ivo was by far the best of them. The key with him was discovering he was blind in one eye, which no-one had picked up. I covered the eye and he won by seven lengths.

“But, tragically, two weeks after this win he got a bad virus, which ended his career.”

Of the jockeys she worked with, Anne mentions Kevin Shea as “an exceptional talent from early on”. Others she admired included Cyril Buckham, Charlie Barends and David Payne.

Of the trainers, George Azzie “was always there for me” and Jackie Gorton impressed on her the vital importance to a trainer of pedigree knowledge. “And Fred Rickaby was a wonderful man and a great judge of a horse.”

A man close to her heart was the late Charlie Whittingham, the legendary USA trainer who she met when he visited South Africa in 1980. The two families formed an enduring friendship. “I learned a lot from Charlie from visiting him in the USA and chatting on the phone. I could call him up at any time to discuss a horse problem.”

The last runner Anne saddled was a winner - Abernant Star, for Johannesburg’s Peter White, a loyal patron of many years. The gelding won seven races, including the 1998 Guineas Trial and the 2000 King’s Cup.

Anne left Ashburton in 2000 when Gold Circle tried to force trainers there to buy their barns. The ill-conceived plan collapsed, but when Anne inquired about returning, all boxes were taken. She decided to quit. A great talent was lost to the game prematurely.

Anne never had more than 20 horses at any time, but was a match for the biggest trainers in the land. Indeed, she got horses to do things none of them could.

“I cannot tell you how many winners I saddled, but I know I was lucky and blessed to have this gift to train and relate to horses,” she says.

After racing, she put her energies into building up her farm, which was sold two years ago. She and husband Lou now live on a golf estate at Howick, “gardening and looking after dogs”.

They don’t currently have horses in training, but Lou still holds his black and green colours and Anne the all-scarlet bequeathed her by grateful owners Major Leonard Arthur and his wife, for whom Anne trained eight-time winner Eastern Jade among others.

Friday
Jun252010

FROM MODEST BEGINNINGS TO HUMBLE SALUTATIONS

land rover series iii

“The Gosses and horses go back well into our Irish ancestry…”
(Photo : Summerhill Stud)

THE ORIGINS OF SUMMERHILL STUD

On a daily basis we’re receiving now, enquiries from around the world, prompted no doubt by the stream of pamphlets, brochures etc which fill your mailboxes with stallion propaganda at this time of year, as to when the Summerhill brochure will soon be on the street.

It seems it has become coffee table material and archive stuff for many, but as always, it will be out at the beginning of August, and those attending our Stallion Day will be the first recipients.

We will be teasing you however, with the occasional inserts, the first of which is a piece by the “boss” on the origins of the stud.

“When I think back on my upbringing, there are two features that stand out. One had to do with values. Ours was on old settler family which had survived the rigours of the remotest place in South Africa, through hard work, hand-me-downs and a sense of adventure. The story books tell you, growing up is fun. Ours was.

The other was horses. The Gosses and horses go back well into our Irish ancestry, and my grandfather founded his stud in the shadow of the Great Depression. There was no inheritance at Summerhill though. Just old relationships, and the disease that afflicts us all in the horse game.

As for myself, I always knew that one day I’d own a broodmare, though how, on the meagre stipend of a junior partner in a law firm, I didn’t know. Everything I owned was on hire purchase, including my wife and kids. I’ve always had a Land Rover though, and in the context of this story, in 1977 it was a clapped out old 3 series van, dating to the 50’s.

In the car park, after Bold Tropic’s S.A. Guineas, I heard of the sale of a tough old mare whose career I’d followed as a racehorse. Saturday mornings for me were sacrosanct. They were my “farming” days, and on this particular one, I set out in my favourite old khaki shorts, veldskoens and the “Landie”, for the home of the agent, a fine specimen of a man by name Tony Furness.

Clad only in a towel and addressing me from the sanctuary of his apartment balcony, Mr Furness opened the negotiations for Cosy Rosy. I stood in the street below. We quickly established my willingness to buy, so we were only haggling about price. He insisted she was worth R10,000, and I was only offering five, though how I was going to settle even that modest sum, I wasn’t sure. I suggested we spin for it, a proposal with the potential to double my liability if it went against me.

For once, fortune smiled on the “farmer”, and after leaving behind five post-dated cheques, courtesy of my brother’s generosity, I drove away in the old banger, the proud owner of Cosy Rosy. And so the stud that would one day house horses for Arab potentates and English, Australian, Japanese and American millionaires, was born.

A nice image this, some would say, but the point of it all, is that it’s proof if ever it was needed, that in our sport, anything is possible. To many in racing, Summerhill now resembles a totem of money and prestige. The reality is different. There is no farm known to us which is home to more than 500 staff and their families every night. No farm runs four educational facilities, four football teams, four choirs and a world class dance troupe. Our dividends are not measured in money. We see them in the growth of our people.

There are those that will tell you that some guys win races, but often they  seem to be throwing a dice and praying a lot. They will tell you that Summerhill on the other hand, seems to be working on some guaranteed quota. To those who are generous, thank you. Those given to envy, should remember that we came to the game with nothing but dreams.

Everything that’s come our way has been achieved through sacrifice, the force of our work and a gift for breeding horses that run. And the fact that our people chose to write their own history.

There was no running start here. Just a clapped out Land Rover, some tired khakis and old Cosy Rosy”.

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