The first thing you must accept when betting is the inevitable losing run. It doesn’t matter how good you or your sources are, you’ll have some terrible runs. If you aren’t prepared for them, you’ll go skint.
Given how much mathematics and formulae is invested in finding winners by successful punters have you never wondered how many ‘you couldn’t make it up’ moments there are when your luck is out. How many times have you an unenviable roll-up of ‘big price to happen’ events deprive you of a winner?
You know the ones, fallen at the last when clear, reared up in the stalls, slipped up on the flat. The latter happened to me in my early days of gambling when I knocked out the last of my cash wages on a Friday afternoon in Tiverton’s William Hill. Of course, the horse was certain to win bar that act of God.
That’s what they always seem to don’t they, acts of God. What sort of God would do that to a young lad just trying to win his mum’s lodge money back? Gambling Gods that’s who. I always used to think that these particularly vindictive deities were sadly deceased punters who had been given some R&R from their heavenly duties to have a bit of fun at the expense of us punters still down here trying to get a few quid. Yes, they would be in residing upstairs besides their seemingly unkind antics because they always eventually allowed it to ‘turn’.
That ‘turn’ would be tangible too, you’d kept stoically tapping away despite all mishaps then you’d get an unexpected stroke of luck. You know the sort, the horse twenty lengths clear fell at the last leaving you to win, your selection was outsider of three in a desperate photo, but you copped, you’d suffered enough, it had turned and usually heralded a purple patch to follow.
You can’t imagine the current crop of twitter-active punters being so benevolent though when they all start to shuffle off to collect their wings and harp.
There’ll be no forgiveness or ‘turning’ for anyone they get to inflict putting fate on. There is salvation though. It’s a bit of good gambling advice intermingled with the suggestion that gambling deities exist. If you stake so that no matter how many tricks they play on you that it doesn’t really matter, a betting bank of £2000 for a staking plan of £10 a point would be my suggestion. You’re hardly going to be devastated if that stroke of bad luck lost you a 1/200 of your tank, not like losing your mum’s rent money is it. It may seem clinical but it’s the way to go, at least I think so. It’s no fun for them if there’s no reaction, not even for Gambling Gods, they’ll get bored and stop. The bookies won’t be too chuffed or getting fat of your betting if you stay that disciplined either.
The double up, Aye Aye!