The Swastika is the oldest cross and emblem in the world. Although not fully agreed upon, its origin is said to come from a combination of four ‘L’s standing for luck, light, love and life.
It has been found in ancient Rome, excavations in Grecian cities, on Buddhist idols and on Chinese coins dated 315 B.C. Long before rabbit’s feet, horseshoes, leprechauns, black cats and four leaf clover’s, it was the most significant symbol of good fortune in the world.
Yet due to historical events, of all the immediate thoughts we have as being synonymous with the swastika, that of good luck is far from the top of the list.
As gamblers, we rely on many things, statistics, research, form, knowledge, brains, balls, even the infamous ‘stable whisper’. We construct databases and in-depth scientific analysis. We spend hours looking at weather, pitch dimensions, wind speed, form guides, ANYTHING which we feel will give us an advantage over the men in the camel coats.
In an age where technology has put all of this information literally at our fingertips, it is perhaps understandable that anything other than attention to cold hard data, has been put on the back burner.
I put it to you, the good people of BookieBusters, that in what I previously dubbed ‘the golden age of punting’, the most important tool in our armoury is in fact as old as time itself.
What separates a good gambler from a bad gambler may well be his patience, his research, his know how, his ability to know when NOT to bet. However, what separates a GREAT gambler from a good gambler is quite simply good old fashioned luck.
Why is it that the sporadic ‘little old man’ who picks all six winners on a wet Wednesday in Wetherby, and lands a roll-up the like of which we can only dream of, warrants little more than a couple of column inches in a red top?
Why when a housewife dragged to Las Vegas by her husband, lands a fruit machine jackpot defeating odds of billions,
or wins in the casino
do we simply say “lucky cow”. Why every single week do we dismiss lottery winners who defeat what are essentially invisible odds, and actually have the audacity to call THEM “mugs, throwing their money away”.