At the point when I was an adolescent in the 1970's I thought of my dad as somebody who realized somewhat about pony hustling, football and above all wagering. He would take me to the bar on a Saturday morning, Daily Mirror close by, and I would hear him out and his mates talking about the pony dashing ITV 7 and the football coupon. All their data originated from the day by day papers before them. In the event that I was fortunate it was my father's chance to leave his half quart and put on the wagers, and I would be blessed to receive the smoky, male, entrancing inside of the neighborhood bookie, where nobody appeared to give any consideration to the Racing Post or Sporting Life pages covering the dividers. Obviously there was once in a while an arrival later in the day to get any rewards. Very little changed in this world for a long time or somewhere in the vicinity, yet then the web occurred. Very quickly discussions started to show up, focussing at first on horse ...