When armchair race fans rise like lions after slumber (apologising to Shelley en route because they are essentially civilised folk), they are many and the Jockey Club audio-visual department are few, so there's going to be a few changes around the joint. There may have to be a little skirmish or two on the way but it will be an essentially bloodless coup. I will certainly make sure there's none coming anywhere near me and then, of course, leap straight into power. Tung Chee-hwa will have to get on the blower to Beijing to check on those old socialist credentials of mine and he'll find that when it was dark in the winter I did miss the end to Floodlight Rugby League to collect my sister from Woodcraft Folk. Despite later becoming an international tax accountant with one of those massive multinational firms that keeping getting bigger and adding another name all the time, she did, in the belief that Rosa Luxembourg was alive and well and living in Henley's zillionaire stockbroker belt, stand as a Labour councillor. She polled a grand total of 56 votes and finished the sort of glorious last that made Ironic Commander's inclusion in the Aetna Champions & Chater Cup look like a shrewd entry. So, thanks to Claire, we're sweet. We're in power. Well, at least I am and this is my five-day plan. No five years needed here because from this armchair viewpoint things are so obvious - of which we're the master. First thing is get a camera position for all tracks and all rail movements which is exactly down the winning line. The perfect illustration of this was in the Yasuda Kinen. There it was when they rolled the slow motion replay and if there had been a nostril between anything, never mind a short head, it would have been apparent to those betting at home or on the track. The advantage of this is that spectators and viewers still have the excitement of a replay and making their own minds up as to whether their selection has got the cash but also there is no frustration. No one has to get on to his knees on the carpet or the parquet floor, contort into positions he never thought possible in order to eliminate the angle which seems to bedevil every camera position on all the finishing lines employed here. There will also be an immediate focus on all first three placegetters with preference given to the positions which are not immediately obvious. Anyone who makes the mistake of homing in on a three-length winner when there is a six-horse photo for second and third in the last leg of a $100 million Triple Trio jackpot will be lined up against a wall and made to listen to David Raphael's pre- and post-race arguments with himself. Third, split screens will be abolished and left to the Kiwis to get on with. This may seem a bit dictatorial and it is acknowledged that one or two people out there may not like this approach. But given current directors or senior production staff get virtually everything wrong this is going as well. And anyway, I've hijacked this coup and that's what I want. The odds around the screen when the replays and the stewards' footage is being shown will also be removed forthwith. The policy of leaving only one third of the screen available for the vital study of future winners can only have been made by someone who has either never studied replays looking for future winners or just, per se, doesn't know their viewers. On the English language channel there would be no need to change the frontmen, just to play them in their right positions. Mark Richards has been a star signing (probably an old Woodcraft Folk boy) and his paddock views have become obligatory listening. To make sure he doesn't flee the country, his passport would have to be confiscated but a few quid more for him would more than make up for that. After all, he was formerly a jockey. And it would be a good investment in a rare talent. Darren Flindell stays, as he's become the perfect straight man and foil to Richards. Their preview shows are quite a hoot. As he's the frontman and often the butt of Richards' jibes, it is all too easy to underestimate the role he is playing, as in all such double acts. He's a pretty good caller, too, and a more than capable deputy to Raphael. Now what does the revolutionary panel, that's me remember, do with Raffers? Keep him, of course, but restrict him to what he does really well, which is call the races. He doesn't always obey the rules and he does take a few punts on photos when there are times he should be more circumspect, and he should cut out show ponying and trying to show what kind of judge he is by predicting the winner 200 metres out. But he will soon remove this from his repertoire when he finds out what will happen to him if he doesn't. On a very big plus side to his calling, and the pluses far outweigh the minuses, he has a great timbre to his voice and conveys a very natural and genuine and thus infectious excitement at the end of each race. And does so without screaming the place down. He's become admirably accurate and he gets through the fields. Raphael's 'I think he's going to win!' as Fairy King Prawn started to come with that race-winning, history-making challenge in the Yasuda Kinen eight days ago, didn't quite obey the rules. But, boy, was he articulating, perhaps just ahead of us, well ahead of me, what we were all about to think. It was a classic and utterly spontaneous moment. So keep Raphael firmly on the books but as the number-one caller. And if he tries to take too many punts on photo finishes or who is going to win then he can be lined up against a wall and made to read the last 10 years of my columns. Punishment enough for anyone.