That is how much you can stake at those odds and get instantly matched, because the odds to the right are bigger it would automatically match you at the bigger price. More simply put, stake around £7k on Leeds not to lose Following Leeds is stressful enough!
Hope you’re better mate. Hate hospitals and have had nothing but bad experiences with my elderly in-laws of late.
Lol thanks for the explanation, even though it's dashed my hopes of becoming a multi millionaire, with the way my luck is going at the moment, it's probably wise to keep the £7k in my back pocket
Cheers LoL , unfortunately just seen consultant and the procedure wasn't a success. So I'm now in the process of being discharged and awaiting for a referral to either Wiston hospital in St Helens or Sheffield. Of course looking on the positive side, Sheffield would be ideal as I could then combine my trip over the Pennines with a trip to Elland road, providing we are playing at home and I can somehow manage to get a ticket, or at least have a few jars in whatever hostelry the reprobates on here frequent After an hour of a snore free zone, snoring man is again in full swing
partaken with some vin d’loo by the sounds of things. Probably time I got my coat. All the best aski… sounds like a rough time.
Hope it all works out ok asap, Aski. As for the snorer, we had a mate who always passed out in the middle of the board game Risk, after we staggered up from the pub (nickname of Fido, believe it or not!). We finally hit on a solution by sticking 2 lit ***s in his mouth, & 2 right up his nostrils. If only we had a camera! He started getting really noisy as he breathed faster & faster, to the point that it sounded like he'd got to the vinegar strokes. Finally, he came to, & never noticed us whipping his ***s out of his orifices, stubbling them out & replacing in the pack, so much so that he took out one with bogies on & lit up. Then the bastard went home, so we couldn't finish the game anyway. Bit of a bummer, so to cheer us up, we set up my mate who was hosting us, in his room. We knew where he kept his spank mags, so got a bundle & put them under his pillow. We'd done this several times before & it always worked out the same. He just didn't twig, so next morning his ma would be making his bed & discover the mags, resulting in her slapping him right, left & centre. Of course, we blamed Fido. And he foolishly believed us .....
