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Meet the man who beat the bookies -- and the banks. But the odds are against you
I kept at it. Every week, en route to the farmers' market, I popped into Ladbrokes and staked [pound]20. (When I told one of the staff that it was no great diversion since I was passing anyway, she guffawed, \"that's what they all say\".) How have I done it? First, by betting only on short odds. Never more than 1/1 (or \"evens\" as I learned to call it), but more often around 4/9. Thus my highest profit was [pound]20, though typically it ranged from [pound]6-[pound]9. Lastly, I only ever bet on \"two-horse\" races. Which of course meant not betting on horse racing at all, but on football, rugby, cricket or tennis matches. And only ever on the result. Never anything fancy like \"both teams to score\" or an accumulator. Too complicated, too great a mental strain.
this (miraculous) life
  LAST year I finally completed my postgraduate studies in aviation, the result of a decade dreaming of changing my career.
Letter: Just the ticket for the Olympics
Yes, the Bird's Nest stadium in Beijing is an icon (The Pringle Velodrome and a pounds 235m expression of sport, 16 May) - one that could only have been built by a totalitarian regime. We'll never know its true cost or how many workers died building it. It used 10 times more steel than its London counterpart, whose roof is almost entirely recycled steel.
Farewell to the terraces
Nostalgic view of standing on the terraces at a soccer match
Reply: Letters and emails: Put lidos back in the swim
The Heritage Lottery Fund is indeed to be applauded for investing cash in Britain's lidos (Taking the plunge, July 5). But let's not forget that lidos are working buildings, designed for public health and recreation.
BECAUSE WE'RE WORTH IT: A Victorian baths was saved by BBC viewers last week, which proves that the British public, at least, value their sporting heritage. Time for the Government to follow suit
BARELY PROTECTED, SEEMINGLY friendless in high places, Britain's unrivalled sporting heritage diminishes, bit by bit, with every year that passes. Houses are to replace Warrington's rugby-league ground Wilderspool, while in Eccles, Greater Manchester, pool ousts billiards from yet another Edwardian pub. Keyrings 'made from materials that once made up Wembley Stadium' sell for a fiver, courtesy of a company called Football Heaven. A developer in Clifton, Bristol, plans to tear down an open-air Victorian swimming pool that may well be the last of its ilk. Barely three miles from where work continues on the conversion of the National Hockey Stadium into a temporary home for First Division migrants Wimbledon FC - themselves, many would argue, an affront to football's own heritage - Wolverton Park is an enchanting place; a sunken grass bowl, hemmed in between the intercity line and a long, brick railway shed where, until recently, the royal train was quartered. (Wolverton itself was the Milton Keynes of the nineteenth century, founded in 1838 on the halfway point between London and Birmingham on both the railway and the Grand Union canal.) Other than a few modest additions, Wolverton Park has barely altered since and has certainly never been suitable for professional sport. (The last large crowd, of about 4,000, was for a local football final in 1987.) That, however, is part of its charm. Along with Bournville in Birmingham and Port Sunlight in the Wirral, Wolverton is one of Britain's finest surviving examples of a company sports ground, from an era when the health and welfare of employees was deemed to be a natural part of a company's moral obligations (and in the era of privatised railways, at that).