Gambling For Life: The Man Who Won Millions And Spent Every Penny
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Eventually the greyhound side folded and despite various attempts to re-open, it seems to have finally closed it’s doors earlier this year. I even said as much to him, announcing to Harry "you do know I can't train pigs to be dirty at the moment? Ever since saying value wasn’t important, things were always going to go wrong for Harry sooner or later. Their ideal 13th man would have been a 10-year-old from New South Wales with an autograph book who'd sit in the corner quiet as a mouse, and here was a big fat 40-year-old Pommie Punter with opinions on everything! But you couldn't meet a bigger enthusiast than Paul Nicholls, and he rang to say he'd found an old military chopper to take us from Bristol.
The stories themselves are fascinating and highly entertaining - but the way they are presented us chaotic.I once told him his filly "Zenella" who ran in the famous "Sangster" colours was “above average” but I couldn't be sure she would win on her debut due to a few small issues she had during her preparation.
To which Harry laughed and said "it ain't about that love, it's about the people - now go find one and let’s have some fun". Garrulous and gregarious, Findlay is coarse but coruscating company: his speech burbles along at a million miles a minute, peppered with mentions of betting markets, triumphs, disasters filtered through cockney slang.Most fascinating of all, Harry tells how he has survived and continues to work his magic in the gambling world, and still believes in his own special talent to read sports events and to continue to stay one step ahead of the internet companies that flood our minds with the temptation to risk so much. But there is a seriousness at the book’s heart, for, beyond opening with a quote from Fyodor Dostoevsky’s The Gambler, it uncovers Findlay’s consuming defeats and depression.