A jockey is in the unsaddling area of Huntingdon. His horse has trailed in at the back of the field and he is trying to explain the problem to the trainer.
‘That's not his trip, guv'nor,’ says the jock ‘I think he'd get three miles.’
The trainer looks at the jockey and says ‘Three miles? He wouldn't get three miles in a ****ing horse box.’
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