From a betting perspective, my money always felt safe when I invested it on Alderbrook. As a winner of fifteen of his thirty races, he was one of those rare racehorses that I was able to bet on with my heart as much as with my head.
After Fujiyama Crest brought up the last leg of Frankie’s seven-timer, his triumph didn’t just raise the betting shop roof, it shook the building to its foundations.
Any novelist who hasn’t at some stage fantasised about their novel being made into a film, is in my opinion, not being entirely honest with themselves. Who would I, given the choice, cast in a film version of Shouting The Odds? Read on to find out …
The first bet I ever placed was at my local Arthur Prince shop in 1987. It was a speculative one pound each-way treble. All three horses won and I pocketed one hundred and fifty-four pounds. Talk about beginners luck! From that day onwards, in a suburban London betting shop, my life would never be quite the same again …
