The wagers of sin

AS A CONFIRMED mug punter, I only ever recognise a sure-fire thing approximately one split second after the outcome is known.

It’s an infuriating sensation which can perhaps best be described as deja vu but without the deja bit. You know how it works: you see the thing happening in front of you and somewhere deep in your being you know that you always knew that it would inevitably come to this. But did you back up your sixth sense with a trip to Honest John, your friendly neighbourhood bookmaker? No, you did not.

But I wonder if Craig Bellamy did.