| 00:00 - 00:03 | Jervois is nominated at every track between here and Bourke |
| 00:03 - 00:08 | Ballarat, Bendigo, Mildura even Burrumbeet |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | He is entered for here, here, here and here |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | but Smerdon won't run the fucking thing |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | Excuses, excuses, excuses. |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | Can anybody work out what Smerdon is thinking |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Who would know.... |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | Can someone get him on the phone |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Sir... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Smerdon... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | hasn't got his phone turned on. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | He won't answer texts |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Subscribers to Smerdon's tipping service please leave the room |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | What the fuck is Smerdon thinking ? |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | This whole preparation is a giant fuck-up |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | And now the prick won't even answer his phone |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | Does he think were made of fucking money ? |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | He thinks it's a fucking joke |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | He relies on the advice of fuckwit jockeys |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | And they're all dickbrains |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | The lot of them are away with the fucking pixies |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Sir, what can we do |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Smerdon is treating us like schoolboys |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Sir, They keep feeding us bullshit |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | It's been months since he got one to the track for us, let alone train a winner |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | He never gives throws a decent tip our way |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | Same old shit over and over again |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | Who is training the fucking horse ? |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | Fucking Smerdon or his fucking jockey |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | Does anyone fucking know ? |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | Fucking Freedman or Moody wouldn't treat us like this. |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | Smerdon is a fuckwit |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | Mosheen has given the prick a big head and now he thinks he knows everything |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | This whole prep is fucked |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | If only he would take a leaf from D.K.Weir's book |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | I've had a gutful |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | Too much bullshit... |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | It's costing us an arm and a leg |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | And Smerdon doesn't give a rat's arse |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | Only one thing to do |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | Take the horse away from these fools |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | That'll show the pricks |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | We need to move forward |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | They'll soon realise what arseholes they've been |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | I give up being the manager |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | Betts can handle that |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | Smerdon and Pateman have broken me |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | I feel like getting out of the fucking business |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | If there is a future, it can only be with Weir |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | I love you Jervois. |
