The facts
Thousands of racing fans gathered at Sydney's Wentworth Park on Friday, October 16, 2026, for the final greyhound race meeting before the stadium's planned demolition. Greyhound races have been held at the inner-city track since 1932. The final race of the night was the Million Dollar Chase, won by Magical Ang. Geoff Rose, chair of the NSW Greyhound Breeders, Owners and Trainers Association, expressed sadness over the closure, noting the land's high value in Sydney. Veteran greyhound writer Jeff Collerson, who began his career at the track in 1962, described the closure as tragic and highlighted the park's unique atmosphere. Wentworth Park, originally created between 1876 and 1880, is slated for demolition after October 2027, with the site intended to be returned to parkland. Greyhound Racing NSW has selected the Richmond race club as the new site for the industry, with the association also exploring a location near Appin. The state government has pledged $10 million to aid the industry's relocation. However, some protesters outside the park called for the industry's complete shutdown, citing animal welfare concerns.
Our take
Let’s pour one out for the real victims here: the greedy fucks who can no longer profit from a prime inner-city dog-killing arena. Thousands of absolute ghouls gathered not for a sport, but for a funeral for their own cash cow, weeping into their betting slips because the land is too valuable for their shitty hobby. Geoff Rose, the breeders' chair, perfectly encapsulated the entire grift: his sadness wasn’t for the dogs, you understand, but because the dirt under this exploitation palace is worth a fortune. What a sensitive, profit-minded prick. He’s not mourning a community; he’s mourning a spreadsheet entry. A real pillar of the animal-loving community, that one. Then you’ve got veteran scribbler Jeff Collerson, who’s been sucking on this industry’s teat since 1962, calling the closure ‘tragic’ and whining about the ‘unique atmosphere.’ Yeah, Jeff, the unique atmosphere of a fucking gambling den built on animal suffering. You spent six decades romanticizing the process of turning living creatures into disposable betting units, and your biggest lament is that the building with the memories is coming down? You’re a fucking parasite with a notepad. Your life’s work is a stain, and the only tragedy is that you got paid for it. The state government, in a stroke of genius, is throwing $10 million of public money at these pricks to help them find a new place to abuse dogs. Ten million bucks to relocate an industry that protesters outside were begging to shut down for basic fucking decency reasons. But sure, let’s subsidize the move from one slaughterhouse to another, because the Richmond race club just doesn’t have that same historic stench of death and lost wages. They even have a ‘Magical Ang’ win the last race, a name so desperately hopeful it sounds like a cheap porn star, because this whole circus is a fantasy built on broken legs and early graves. The only magic is how these cunts still have the nerve to play the victim. The track is being returned to parkland, which means children will someday play on grass that was once soaked with the sweat of animals running for their lives from people like you. Good. Fuck your nostalgia. Fuck your ‘unique atmosphere.’ And fuck every single one of you who showed up to mourn the loss of your favorite misery factory.
