I used to play everything that moves, in a row, indiscriminately, but ... now, with a high density of races, I came across the idea that I do not make profit by playing illiquid markets. After all, you can increase the playing time for highly liquid in two, three times. I tried to propose this idea and it turned out that it makes sense. Why sit in a half-empty market in anticipation of whether they will take your bet, if on the money-filled races, during this time you can go in and out 5-10 times.
Maybe it sounds strange, but for a few years of serious work at Betfair races, I have never watched a video, but how it actually happens. But a week ago, I casually watched the paid channel, on the big screen. The spectacle impressed and interested, down to the details. Raffles in body armor and helmets were amused, although I understand that these are the costs of the profession. On this occasion I remembered one old story. As someone once asked me to help one person, it later turned out that he is the champion of the union for some kind of horse riding, I do not remember now. In short, I decided to deal with it, he brings a bottle of vodka and a block of chewing gum in gratitude, but refused to drink, as he said he got a hoof from the horse's head and alcohol is now strictly contraindicated to him. I, too, not a lover of alcohol, but at this moment Sanya came to us, a professional on the subject of a drink. Began to call us in different words, that we do not want to make him a company and eventually sentenced a horseman, to slur 50 grams. The former sportsman got drunk and offered to continue the conversation in his car, not in the workplace. Next was a disaster, as soon as we got into the car, he says: "Do you want me to show you the horses?" And said like as if Petrukh Vereshchagin: "Pshli?". My friend and I did not have time to open our mouth, as he was already pressing the gas with all his foolishness. No persuasion, another time, stand a drunken fool, we do not like horses, I'm afraid of my mother, ka-kozel, asshole, etc ... did not help (it was great to see him kicked that mare). On all the stupid speed we raced through the city ignoring all the rules of the road. Miraculously, this rally was without any sacrifice, except that all but the driver was sobered in 5 seconds. When we arrived at the base, he let out a herd of horses without warning. It's hard to describe, but we stand together with a colleague, there's nowhere to run, and right on us along the aisle, a dozen or two huge riding mounts race. I just froze, my soul went to my heels and was ready to ascend, but the horses are not animals, they did not trample us. Probably at that moment we invented ten-story mats from Sanya, but it was not possible to break the champion, for that he and the champion of the Union. In short, this bastard finally made us pat the stallion, who tried to bite us, stepped on our feet and everything like that was twisted, we could kick it:). But all this storm of negativity, left in a moment as soon as we stroked it. Sensations are inexpressible, such power is strength, beauty, and to the touch it is warm and plush. We suddenly became drunk again with happiness and let us cuddle up to the horse, but probably our drunken faces did not like him, in his eyes it was written, right now I would bite and, finally understanding common sense, Sanka and I, absolutely stunned, sunk home on foot. Once again, to get into the car to this crazy cowboy, no one would force us.
