Every year we each put £2 on a horse to win in The Grand National. Now, the logic behind our individual choices is far more complex than you might think. So you may, by now, have the seasoned equestrian gamblers in mind? Hmmmm... read on.
When the family are all assembled, somebody reads through the list of entry names. This is always accompanied throughout by lots of, “Oo, I like that one!” This process is swiftly followed by a frantic rush to see the odds. I always like to go for a no-hoper, because I’ll get a better return on my £2 in the unlikely event of winning. So for me, it is only about the sound of the name and the colour of the jockey’s costume. Having chosen a nice name, if the colour then turns out to be horrible (like brown and orange), I won’t bet on that horse. Simple as that.
Dad likes to read through the Runners’ Guide to research their ‘form’. He takes this quite seriously. This year Dad’s gunning for Black Alpaca and I’m secretly praying to god that it is actually a real alpaca with a long neck, a thick fluffy coat and pursed lips.
Mum likes to tell us all about the time she was twenty-three and named Team Spirit as the winning horse but didn’t actually bet on it. I think she feels she has special powers. Her choice is usually ‘felt from within’ and it comes to her like some vision. She hasn’t won since 1964 but I do like her resolute mind-set.
Bring it on, Cloudy Lane! Odds 33/1
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