Betfair's end game?

Jockeys are supposed to be amazing athletes. Imbued with a classical pianist's hands, an acrobat's poise, a longshoreman's strength and the self preservation of lemmings; they balance, on the balls of their feet; on a half-inch metal bar; on top of a 1000lb animal, moving close to forty miles an hour; while steering, jostling and whipping.

Blah, blah, blah...can they do it while twittering?

I want to know who is full of run. Who is riding at the 5/16_th pole? Who tucks in behind Chantal Sutherland just for the view?

Then I might be inclined to actually log on to my twitter account.