Anthony Stephen
LIKE many jockeys, Macau-based West Indian Anthony Stephen has a routine he follows religiously before each meeting. He stands in front of a mirror in the bathroom of his flat or the jockeys' room at the Taipa racecourse. He stares silently at the gold crucifix hanging low from his neck. And he prays.
But those prayers come not, as cynics might cry, for success. They come for safety.
When a jockey weighs in at around 54 kilograms (Stephen's riding weight) and the beast beneath is nearly 10 times heavier, it's not hard to figure out which one would come off second best if things in a race were to go horribly wrong.
Ask any jockey: the fear factor is as much a part of their daily lives as dealing cards is to a croupier, counting coins to a shopkeeper. And just as in those professions, horse racing is primarily about two things almost everyone seems to chase: luck and money.
While Stephen's prayers for safe-keeping as his mounts thunder down the Taipa straight are answered more often than not, it seems his words sometimes fall on deaf ears.
Last season, his first in Macau - and the first in the enclave for a West Indian jockey - Stephen's worst fears were realised.