Jockeypedia
Chris Pitt meets the founder of a unique website
THE AD FREE, no log-in required, Jockeypedia website celebrates its second birthday in June.
(Left, George, the young boardboy)
Containing a constantly growing collection of over 1,300 jockeys’ biographies spanning the 19th and 20th century, it’s the brainchild of George Wheeler, 73, a man with a varied past encompassing bookie’s runner, boardboy, pub landlord, DJ and olive picker.
Born in Guildford, but raised in Chertsey, George was scanning the racing pages by the age of seven. At school aged ten, he struggled with his twelve times table but could recite every winner of the Grand National since Lottery, its first.
“I can vividly recall my first ever bet,” says George, “threepence win on a horse called Witty in the 1953 National. Unfortunately the joke was on me; Witty unseated his rider.”
Placing a bet was never a problem, thanks to a lady named Flo.
“Flo lived in a small cottage, the front door of which was always unlocked,” he recalls. “It was to Flo and her cottage you went to place a bet. You wrote your bet out on a piece of paper, added your name to the bottom, wrapped the ‘betting slip’ around your shilling and gave it to Flo. She, in turn, would give it to the local ‘bookmakers’, a couple of likely lads sat in the next room with an eye to the main chance.
“If your horse won, you’d go back to Flo’s. On her kitchen table would be a dozen or so amounts of money wrapped in their ‘betting slips’ with the lucky winner’s name written on its outside.”
He still remembers his first day’s racing, Wednesday June 20, 1956, at Royal Ascot, no less, taking the day off school and cycling the eight and a half miles to Ascot, no distance at all for a racing-mad 14-year-old with a bike.
“The day and the racing were brilliant. Prince Monolulu, in his finery and feathers, yelled ‘I gotta horse’. The Queen won the Royal Hunt Cup with Alexander and top hats were thrown to the sky.”
On 2,000 Guineas day, 1961, George was working in a Chertsey factory. On a whim, he and a friend decided to become bookmakers for the day and began collecting bets off all the other factory hands, telling them they’d put them on with Flo during the dinner break.
“We stood every bet and were mightily relieved when 66-1 shot Rockavon won!
“A couple of weeks later the first betting offices opened and I got a job as a boardboy. I was also the bookie’s runner. I used to cycle down to all the local building sites collecting bets off the builders. I had a special warrant card which showed that I was authorized to take bets on the bookie’s behalf.
“The bonus for me was the next day when I returned with their winnings. They would each tip a small amount, and collectively the tips were more than my wages. It didn’t take me long to figure out that the more bets I took, the bigger my return on tips. Soon I was visiting garages, factories, even hospitals, in an endeavour to increase my takings.
“Extel provided the betting shop commentary, and results came through on an old ticker-tape machine. This was an agonisingly slow process: you could still be waiting for Bank Holiday results the next day.
“I moved up to London in the week that President Kennedy was shot, getting a flat in Baron’s Court, just off Hammersmith. The rent was £5 per week.
“Betting shops were still in their infancy, and the Sporting Life carried pages of adverts seeking settlers and boardboys. I had no trouble finding employment. I worked in Wardour Street for a Mr Sherwood, a five foot nothing bookie who was driven around in a pink Rolls Royce.
“In 1968 I was working for a betting outfit with shops in Dover Street, Maddox Street and Carnaby Street. This was when Carnaby Street was the Mecca for young people; famous pop groups would pose outside Lord John’s – then the bee’s knees in young male fashion – and there was an excitement about the area.”
It was while working in the Dover Street branch that his life took an unexpected direction.
“Next door to the betting shop stood The Clarence, which fast became my regular watering hole,” he recollects. “Situated, as it was, opposite The Ritz Hotel, it was popular with many a famous face. I became good friends with the landlord and soon I was working there at the weekends as a DJ.
“Then, having handed my notice in at the betting shop, I began a three-hour afternoon show starting at noon in the pub’s upstairs bar.
“From day one it was heaving, and while I have to take some credit for the increase in trade, I think the blackboards I placed outside – which read ‘Here Today...Topless Go-Go Dancers from 12 to 3’ – may also have had something to do with it.”He worked there throughout the early seventies before, again on a whim, moving up to Todmorden, some nine miles from Halifax, where he opened his own pub.
“Camcorders had just come out and I began to video weddings, which turned out to be a very profitable sideline,” he remembers.
“From the pub, I ran a Sunday football league and I would have the matches filmed. All the players would come back to the pub and watch themselves play football on the giant screen I’d had installed. I’d then sell them the videos.”
Ever restless, his next stop was Benalmadena, a resort in
Spain’s Costa del Sol, where he stayed for nine years, entertaining holidaymakers, before spending part of his last winter olive picking in Orgiva(Right, George relaxes in Spain)
He returned from Spain in 2009 and toyed with the idea of leaving some evidence of his existence.
“I could either write a book about myself which no one would read, or make a video that no one would watch.
“Having had several short stories published and work broadcast on the BBC, I was favouring the former, but was still not convinced it would be worth the effort.
“Gradually I came round to the idea of writing about pre-1900 jockeys instead. I thought it would be more fun than writing about myself and I knew I’d enjoy the research. I was already familiar with Fred Archer’s story but the others were a mystery.
“In late October 2012, I began work, starting with John Singleton. I found his story fascinating – it remains one of my favourites – and each day, dredging the internet, I would add another.
“By Christmas I had more than enough for a book, but there were so many stories still to relate. What had started out as an interest to help fill my days had sneakily become a passion, heading towards addiction.
“Unwittingly, I’d fallen in love with my subject: to me the jockeys had come back to life. I found it impossible to stop delving into the past.”
With thoughts of a conventional book abandoned, he began looking at e-books. Again, though, it was still too big a project and it gradually dawned that there was only one possible outlet for such a constantly growing collection. Hence Jockeypedia was born.
Containing the biographies of just 90 jockeys, Jockeypedia went online for the first time on June 1, 2013.
“In that first week, I had 18 unique visitors and was thrilled to bits,” says George. “Then, as the numbers increased, so the emails started arriving and for the first time I realised the extraordinary breadth of Jockeypedia. People were writing in from America, Australia, France and Spain. I’ve even received emails from Azerbaijan.
“I know from them that many people visit the site every day. That’s why there’s a daily ‘front page’ with ‘Jockeys' Birthdays’, ‘100 years ago today’, ‘It happened this day’, and so on.
“I’ve established many long distance, regular ‘pen friends’, as they were once called. Many write in just to say ‘brilliant site’ or ‘keep up the good work’ but many have stories to relate. The relatives of the ill-fated Robert Bates wrote from Chantilly with his story adding, ‘we have nothing like Jockeypedia here in France’.
“When Russ Maddock died on the Gold Coast in Australia last June, his family contacted Jockeypedia within a few hours – I actually broke the news of his death to the Racing Post.
“I was thrilled when ex-jockey Derek Searle wrote to me. He was not in the best of health and, through Jockeypedia, he wanted to leave a lasting ‘memorial’, if you like, of himself and his racing career for his grandchildren. He sent in his own story.
“Alec Russell’s son sent in his father’s story together with photos, press cuttings and the like to commemorate his achievements. I always think that such memorabilia is far better out in the open on the internet where everyone can enjoy it, rather than tucked away forgotten in some drawer, gathering dust.
“Several friends of jockeys have written in with their accounts. Three or four stable lads have also contributed and one or two failed jockeys have been keen to get mentioned and have sent in photos of their early days in the saddle.
“It’s purely word of mouth. I’ve never advertised the site anywhere. Having said that, Simon Holt did the site a marvellous service when singing its praises in the Weekender. I was also amazed to see Jockeypedia acknowledged in John Carter’s book ‘Warriors on Horseback’.
“Like me, I know most people find adverts and logging-in a real pain, and I won’t have either annoying Jockeypedia visitors.”
So what of the future? Well, Jockeypedia can only keep expanding as more jockeys are added.
“It will never actually be finished,” he reflects, “and the daily number of figures will inevitably continue to rise.
“I just wish I could have started it years ago as a young man but, of course, the internet wasn’t about then.
“I’m happy to include any jockey, whether they’ve ridden a winner or not. Most stable lads have great stories to tell; they’re the characters I’d love to hear from.
“What I’ve learnt from the biographies I have written is that a jockey’s lot is the ultimate labour of love. Few seem to even clear their expenses yet all risk their necks every time they mount.”
So why do they do it?
Responds George: “I think Charlie Trigg summed it up best when, having broken his duck in 1902, he dismounted and said: ‘Nobody but an apprentice who has done it will ever know what it’s like to ride his first winner. No words can explain. You walk on air. You do not care what happens. You have ridden a winner and nothing on earth can ever take that away from you.’”
Jockeypedia exists to record such moments. Just Google the name ‘Jockeypedia’ and take a look for yourself.