Those days are few and far between, savour them.Last game of the season in ‘91. We were playing Manure at home. Before the game in the Clifton my mate Steve said his father-in-law knew a trainer who fancied a horse that day. Half the pub piled in and the old guvnor, Dave Harper, took the money to a local bookies.
Anyway, when we got back from the match there was hundreds of pound on the bar to divvy up. It was a great night after. Not only had the horse won but so had Palace 3-0 and it was my birthday!
I went to the oaks, I had already won three races when the main event was next. I had already placed my main bet when a last minute tip meant I put £5 on a 28/1 outsider. It won by a nose.
I don't remember much about the rest of the day, Champagne was involved. I woke up next morning bad hangover and more money in my pocket that yesterday. I think you can call that a good day.