I write during the trade to convey the emotions of the trade with big bets. I hardly understand what is happening in the markets, as I do not have time to digest all the information, time to make zero decisions, but I do not know how. For the first two hours he drank a liter of water and breakfast twice. Sweat flows a stream, I feel hungry, nervous sham. Liquidity at the level of Ireland, rates of 500 bucks are hurting for seconds. And everything started as soon as he woke up and remembered the post of Haskil, at the moment he was faced with the difficulty of further rate increase. I have had this problem for a long time, many times I increased the size of the base rate and many times rolled back to a smaller size. Emotionally and even physically, betting more than 200 at the races is not a heavy load and whether it is worth wearing out the nerve cells is still a question that I have not yet decided definitively. However, if you want to earn a lot, then there are no options, you need to grow. Voobshchem I lay and I think, Saturday after all, the most fish day, today the most that to make fun of an organism. It turned out as in sex for girls, first scary, and then even nice. It's amazing that the rates of 300-600 USD went to the market easily and did not stay there long. In three hours of trading, I made money even more than on a typical lucky day, but outwardly it looked like a broken neurotic. Pancake ahead of five more hours of work, tin ... Hands began to tremble, inner tension tightened. Instead of continuing to cut the loot, I took a break and wrote this post, I hope to partially relieve the psyche. A good time for rest, just flew one line of the cable Internet. It took 10 minutes the second network again earned, went on. Good luck to me! In the end, I realized that I already burned out, adrenaline ate all the internal energy. Immediately a thought, a trader should be not only clever, but also healthy healthy. It became clear as the day that my limit for today is exhausted, and a small series of two consecutive minuses confirmed the conjecture. I reacted by lowering the rate and moving from an aggressive style of trading to a waiting one. So it lasted another hour. Before the end of work, three more hours, but the bobik died. Has left to be recharged. Have a nice weekend!
I'm in complete perplexity. Race number 7, the racetrack of Bendigo, two horses traded well below the forklift limit. The bookmaker gives 5.5 kef, on the stock exchange you can take against 3.8. Well, I understand there is a difference of several points, but not two figures the same! I'm completely over against, but nevertheless the kef continues to stoop down. All right, one horse would be squeezed, which the hippodrome mafia has set today as a winning one, since miracles occur simultaneously on two horses. I begin to understand that it's time to wind down, this mystery for me will remain unsolved. At some point the crowd of forklifts is coming up, the market is growing and I quickly close, followed by bets of the same dumbfounded as I, but ... no sooner had the market collapsed, this time irrevocably. The beeches slightly lowered the kefs, although they are still one and a half figures taller than the stock exchange, Th for delirium?
P / S According to the results of the race, one of the crushed horses won, this explains half of the problem, the second did not even go into the prizewinners.
