A pub story
I was in my local as usual last Saturday. I was standing in the corner watching Gillette Soccer Saturday on the little tele. One of the regulars came up to me and asked if he could change to Channel 4 at 4pm as there was a horse race on that he wanted to watch. No problems. Anyway, 4pm came, he changed channels and stood next to me. I was on my own so thought I would spark up a conversation and asked him about the race. He had a bet on two horses, hence his interest. Numbers 4 and 11. The race started and he was hopping from foot to foot. Number 4 led for a while but soon tailed off. Number 11 was mid-pack but looking comfortable.
'I took a chance with number 4' my new friend said 'but I've got it on good authority that number 11 will cream it. He's a good finisher.'
As the race progressed (it was one of those long ones with hurdles and shit) number 4 went backwards, but number 11 got himself into a nice outside position a couple of lengths off the leader.
'Go on number 11!' he kept saying. I joined in.
As the horses pulled into the home straight, it was between number 11 and the leading horse. The others had been left behind. But then the leading horse just started pulling away and left our horse behind.
'He can still do it, he's got the legs'.
No chance I thought, he was at least 5 lengths behind with only a few furlongs to go. Then the unthinkable happened; the leading horse fell over the second to last hurdle, and unseated the rider. Number 11 had pretty much run out of steam and the chasing pack has just about caught up to him, but he was holding on. He made a great jump over the last hurdle and left the pack behind.
'Come on number 11. Come on number 11. COME ON NUMBER 11! YESSSSSS!!!!!'
The bugger only went and won. New friend was very happy, he hugged me, I smiled.
'What odds did you get on him' I asked with confidence, now I was a racing expert.
'I got 3-1, but his starting price was 2-1, so I scored big time' he replied, still smiling
'Excellent, how much did you put on him?'
'£1'
He didn't offer to buy me a pint with his winnings.
'I took a chance with number 4' my new friend said 'but I've got it on good authority that number 11 will cream it. He's a good finisher.'
As the race progressed (it was one of those long ones with hurdles and shit) number 4 went backwards, but number 11 got himself into a nice outside position a couple of lengths off the leader.
'Go on number 11!' he kept saying. I joined in.
As the horses pulled into the home straight, it was between number 11 and the leading horse. The others had been left behind. But then the leading horse just started pulling away and left our horse behind.
'He can still do it, he's got the legs'.
No chance I thought, he was at least 5 lengths behind with only a few furlongs to go. Then the unthinkable happened; the leading horse fell over the second to last hurdle, and unseated the rider. Number 11 had pretty much run out of steam and the chasing pack has just about caught up to him, but he was holding on. He made a great jump over the last hurdle and left the pack behind.
'Come on number 11. Come on number 11. COME ON NUMBER 11! YESSSSSS!!!!!'
The bugger only went and won. New friend was very happy, he hugged me, I smiled.
'What odds did you get on him' I asked with confidence, now I was a racing expert.
'I got 3-1, but his starting price was 2-1, so I scored big time' he replied, still smiling
'Excellent, how much did you put on him?'
'£1'
He didn't offer to buy me a pint with his winnings.
posted by SkyBlueSnowy @ 9:02 am
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