Sports Spread Betting - Don't Ask Me For a Tip!

 I'm having a bad run on the sports spread betting front. If you need to know which way a game will go, just ask me what I predict. The certain outcome will in all probability be the exact opposite.

In my bid to live beyond 50, I have been spending a lot of time on an exercise bike which as you know is super boring and can only be suffered in front of a live football match. I have taken advantage of the free Setanta offer and I spend an hour most days in front a small television screen, watching the second half of an obscure live game Restbet.

Live sports games are also pretty boring, so I have to spread bet to maintain an interest. This means that I am gambling way outside my sphere of knowledge on games that could go either way. So much for having an edge. And with my backing, they are guaranteed to throw up a surprise. I'm lucky in that unlike my financial spread betting I consider this as pure entertainment and only bet spare change.

For instance it was the rugby last night. I bought Sportingindex's 15-18 minute spread on the time of the first try. It was Stradey's last game and I was certain it would be a let down until the players settled down after all the unfounded rumours. But what happens? Some lard arsed Bristolian centre falls flat on his arse and Stoddard strolls over unopposed after 3 minutes. It is the only time Llanelli (Scarlets my arse - Parc y Scarlets? What sort of Irish/Welsh is that? Oh I know, Llanelli Welsh) come close to scoring for the rest of the half.

And tonight it was Blackburn v Middlesbrough, possibly the most unattractive fixture in the football calendar. I would have much preferred to have stuck with Aberystwyth v TNS on S4C, which was a cracking game, but had no sporting index coverage of course.

With the spread at 0.2-0.4 for a Blackburn win, I sold at £20, expecting a 0-0 pile of turge. I was right about the pile of turge and I nearly feel off my bike when Boro scored.

From then on, there was 20 minutes of no hope and Bob Hope for Blackburn. That is until Gareth Southgate made The World's Worst Substitution. Off went Tuncay and on came Marvin Emnes a £3m signing from Heerenveen.