S***s 2 v 2 ManScum
Fun and laughter on Sunday evening as
Max and some mates turned up, tired, hungry and hungover, but sharp
enough to describe S***s at home to United as:
“Probably the most interesting
mid-table clash of the day.”
On the same day that the Arsenal blog
identified a separated at birth phenomenon:
Mo Szylack, Bartender, and David Moyes,
ManScum manager.
We play Hull on Wednesday, and that's
not a nail-on dead-cert win, but it is a game we should win. Everton,
Moyes' old club play United, and if I was a gambling bloke, I'd have
a few quid on them winning, because that's as near a nailed-on
dead-cert as I can think of, the football gods being what they are.
Moyes was one of those ready and willing to worship at the alter of
the false idol that was Demento Fergs, and never, ever put one over
on him.
Match fixing
You can fancy a team to win a game. I
can understand that, totally.
I can understand fancying a team to win
by loads or to win a close game. I don't understand in play betting,
because that's exactly that compulsive gambling that was described as
punting on two flies climbing up a window in the old days before Ray
Winstone was urging everyone to get their tablets and smartphones
arht and bet in-play.
Do away with the in play markets, and
you've gone a long way towards closing down the match fixing rings.
In the olden days when I was a betting shop manager, the football
betting rules were such that the minimum bet was a treble (much
harder to influence three games than just the one) and correct score
bets were very limited and any high-stakes activity was notifiable.
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