Cheltenham racecourse. 5.23pm on Tuesday, March 12th, 2015.
It's almost dark, and it is absolutely pissing down. Wet and windy, which matches the feeling in the pit of my stomach perfectly, because in fifteen minutes' time, I am either going to be richer than I've ever been, or completely hollowed out. Every nerve ending in my body is lighting up.
I live for this adrenaline surge.
I can see the advert my brain will write, playing on a loop in my head for the rest of my life: The day I took the safe money instead of the story of a lifetime.
1. Wednesday 11th March 2020. RSA Chase. "Champ."
Coming to the home turn. Going backwards.
Two to jump.
Boot slowly grinding the bet slip into the concrete.