Divine Intervention

I am convinced that Soton' had divine intervention on Tuesday night to stop the ball going in their net. The red & white wizards totally battered there goal for 40 mins of the 2nd half with corners approaching double figures and at least a dozen scoring opportunities. The only answer is that the aptly named Saints had help from above.

Or could it just be that Super Danny Webber is in reality the worst player ever to wear a blades shirt, nay the worst player in the world ever! However, it appears Kevin Blackwell is watching a different game as his post match comments held only praise for Super Dan.

Maybe it's just me - errr NO he is really SHIT!

This week has continued to see an ever increasing sportsbook balance, mainly due to the horses and some nice tips from gids. TOP BANANA!

All my football bets still seemed to be cursed by last minute up-fucks. Last night was no exception, although I was concerned when I placed the bet that Liverpool would spoil my coupon. I had won a nice wedge on a horse tip from gids but had also included this horse in a cheeky little acca with Chelsea, Liverpool and Barcelona; and of course the scousers let me down.

Last night saw my return to DTD after a break last week to watch England stuff the Belarus. I made it there at 1 minute past eight and got seated just after the start. It was not going to be an improvement on my previous visits' 6th place however, mainly due to the fact I was out after 20 mins - Doh! AhQs in early so I flat call and after a raise from mid I call and the flop comes J72 all hearts. I check and he bets 300 which I call and bingo the turn is another heart giving me the dogs nads. I check again and he bets 700 this time and after a bit of Hollywood I'm allin for 2200. After much deliberation he talks himself into about having pot odds and calls and shows JJ, of course the rivers pairs the board with another duck and I'm gone.

After a £100 disaster session at £1/£2 cash which ended with me allin on a 9 high flop for £24 with 79 into a £12 pot and called by KQ, who said if I have 2 overs I have to call - hmmmm, hits a K on the turn of course, I leave that cash table. At this point I'm thinking it's not happening 2nite and consider leaving but instead I put my name down for a 50p/£1 cash table and when they open a 6 seat I'm in like Flynn. After 3 gruelling hours I manage to recover £90 and leave at 1am to get home for 2am, so not a total disaster.

I will try again next week...