DemoralisedI layed Arsenal by accident. I layed my boys, my lads, my boys, by accident. The Betfair people have informed me I lost my bet because I clicked the wrong box. I feel quite queasy. My bet was nearly an accidental winner too without me ever knowing it. I'd rather Arsenal have the three points of course, but I was meant to have both.
How could I have been so careless? How how? I've been using Betfair for years and never ever committed such a cruel and expensive faux pas. I'd rather be actually three outered at the Pigeons.
Have the betting Gods fucked me retrospectively because I was so disparaging of Phil Brown? A cruel case of betting post hoc ergo propter hoc. I suspect I placed my wager perfectly and the Gods have meddled MEDDLED with it after the fact.
It's the Deepstack at the Fox later today. I think it's best I stay in. I'm just going to crawl up into a foetal ball on the carpet and cry myself to sleep. You win Gods, you win. If you'll excuse me. Labels: Bastards, Betting, Drink, Feck, Football
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