This yarn comes from a series of stories we’re all very familiar with, I’m sure, called “Oh f&k off, I’ve selected the wrong number / race / track / etc”.*

We’ve all done it. And once you work it out, either it’s too late, or you’re too superstitious to change. They almost always never run a drum… almost always.

It was a nice sunny day at the Gosford races, and here I am, a young lad, let alone punter, out for a good day with the family.

As the arvo wore on and my thirst for winners grew, I decided (with my Mum’s help) to and take the number 8 at Gossy in the last race. Not realising what a get out stakes merchant Mum was, she whacked $100 on it…

Fast forward a few minutes and we’re going nuts watching the thing rock home at $6. We’re obviously pretty up and about UNTIL Mum discovers she’s fluffed things up and thrown the hundy on the 8 at a different track (I don’t even remember where it was).

It’s time to go, but we’re not leaving until we see this other thing run around, so by the time we get downstairs the race is live. By the time Mum works out what’s what we discover our thing is actually leading them into the straight… and it holds on!

Dividends come up on the screen and it’s paying a whopping $96 for the win. We’ve somehow pulled out $9,600 instead of the $600 we had originally been celebrating.

HUGE.

Anyway, the moral of the story is never throw away a wrong ticket, because you never know when u could be walking away with big pay day.

*Brilliant, mate.

I thought the moral of the story might be let Mum pick your winners for you.*

We've thrown $50 into your account, so let's see if you can turn it into some serious bucks on our platform.

PS. Who is Mum on for the Cox Plate? I might chuck $100 on that corresponding number in race 7 at Warwick Farm.

Paul Morello

I'm Paul, and I model my life, laugh and hair on Mark Bosnich. There's no animal, athlete or team that can carry the weight of my money.