The Mug’s Game: Photo finish - but I end up a winner

My ducks, as Nicky English might have said, are drowning. The first three days have gone depressingly badly. I’ve had one or two placed horses here and there but not a single winner, not even anything that ran sufficiently well to lose by a nose or a short head. I cannot hit the woodwork, never mind put the ball over the bar.

At least I have a couple of free bets again. After all my strictures about staying away from short-priced favourites I stick my money-back 20 quid on Sir Erec in the opener. Yes, he’s evens but at this stage needs must. I am not choosy. I cannot afford (literally) to be. The way things are going I’ll soon be lucky to afford a cup of coffee.