Luck comes in threes. Not good luck obviously, otherwise I’d be able to tip winners in three consecutive weeks. In fact, having analysed the results of this blog’s selections for 2014, it seems that bad luck doesn’t just come in threes, it also comes in fours, fives, sixes and seventeens.
Yes, there were
seventeen long weeks between my selection, Rose Of The Moon, falling in the
Grand National at Aintree and Intrinsic winning the Stewards Cup at Goodwood.
Except that it wasn’t called the Stewards Cup, it was called the 32Red Cup,
which upset traditionalists at the time - I was just pleased that
Intrinsic managed to win it.
Not that we’ve
had an unlucky year. If you’d placed £1 on each of the weekly selections (£2 on
each-way selections – one to win and one to be placed) you’d have made a profit
of £14.25 – that’s a 26.4% profit on the £54 you’d have staked over the full
In the meantime, the footsie 100 index increased by almost 1%
(but not quite) - so now we all know what to do with our pensions. (Yes… past
results are not an indication of future success; placing a bet is a bit like
folding up a fiver and pushing it down the plug-hole, blah blah blah, etc,
you missed the equivalent selection for this very week last year (Royal Boy at 9/1)
and our selection for mid-November (Garde La Victoire at 10/1), you might have
an altogether different perspective on matters: Perhaps you didn’t get the
turkey wishbone at Christmas, broke a mirror, or mistakenly touched formica
instead of wood.
In which case, you’re probably seeking a four-leaf clover (a
bit too early in the year) or a rabbit’s foot to keep in your pocket. If you’re
reading this in Thailand, you could try walking underneath the belly of an
elephant three times. I’m assured that this brings the best luck of all and
costs just 39 Baht if you can find the right elephant handler.
The good thing
about Sa Suffit (this week’s selection at Wetherby) is that he comes complete
with four lucky horse shoes. The flip-side is that they need replacing every
four weeks and that they cost about four times as much as a small child’s
plimsolls. Fortunately, despite following his career with keen interest, I
haven’t had to pay the bills for his footwear. He looks attractively
handicapped and, even at the age of twelve, he hasn’t got many miles on the
clock. Therefore, for his owner’s sake, I hope that he’s lucky on Saturday.
Now, where is that elephant?