Hi Friend
I don't normally copy email verbatim, but sometimes it just makes sense when I see one that resonates with me. This could so easily have been me painting this picture for you.
Andrew David sent this out last night, and I instantly related to what he was saying. I'll say no more, just let his words explain:
I do not usually write to you on a Saturday evening. The weekend is yours, and the last thing you need is me turning up in your inbox while you are trying to relax. But I have just sat down with a cup of tea after the racing, and something has been on my mind all week that I wanted to share with you while it is still fresh.
I grew up with Saturday afternoon racing. Grandstand on the telly, a pen in one hand and the Racing Post spread across the kitchen table, that feeling when the first race went off at two o'clock and suddenly the whole afternoon had a pulse. You did not need an app, an account or a login.
You just needed the paper, a bit of form knowledge, and a Ladbrokes on the high street that did not ask for your payslip before they took your tenner. That was the deal. Simple, honest, and it worked for decades.
I started making proper money from racing long before Betfair even existed, back when you had to walk into a shop and look the bloke behind the counter in the eye. There was an art to it and a community around it that I do not think exists in quite the same way anymore.
The old boys at the track who could read a race card like a novel, the trainers you got to know by reputation, the courses with character and history dripping off every stand. That world shaped everything I went on to build, and I would not change a second of it.
But if I am being honest with you, what I see now barely resembles it. You only have to look around to feel it. Chelmsford City lost its licence in April, and all its fixtures were cancelled overnight, which is just the latest in a long line of closures and cutbacks across the sport. Crumbling old grandstands that nobody wants to pay to repair, training yards shutting up shop because the numbers do not add up, and a foal crop that has dropped so fast it has already reached levels that were not forecast until 2051.
The chairman of the BHA lasted six months before walking away because he could not get anyone to agree on how to save the thing. Field sizes have fallen from 12 runners at the turn of the century to 9 now, and they could be down to 7 by the end of the decade. At that point, much of the fixture list becomes unviable.
Meanwhile, football has hoovered up the attention, the sponsorship money, and the punters along with it. The bookmakers love it because the margins are fatter and the turnover is enormous. Never mind that the sport is riddled with dodgy referees, suspicious results in leagues most people have never heard of, and VAR decisions that make a mockery of the in-play markets. None of that matters to the big firms because the volume is there, and volume is all they care about.
And yet here is the irony. For anyone who actually knows what they are doing, racing is still the better sport to profit from.
The data is deeper, the price movements are more predictable, the exchange markets are more mature, and the edge is easier to find if you have a method that works. The bookmakers know this, which is why they have spent the last twenty years restricting, limiting, and outright banning anyone who shows a consistent profit from the horses.
They do not want you to make money from racing. They want you to punt ACCAS on the football, where the margins are stacked in their favour.
That is why I built Little Acorns on the exchanges and not with the bookmakers. No restrictions, no account closures, no affordability checks, and asking for your bank statements before they let you have a bet. It's just you, the market, and four mechanical rules that have been producing profits since 2003.
And here is the part that made me want to write to you tonight. The very thing the racing industry is panicking about, fewer runners and smaller fields, is quietly making the conditions even better for the system.
Fewer runners means more short-priced favourites in the 1.50 to 2.00 range, which means more qualifying selections, which means more opportunities to compound. The sport is shrinking, but the Little Acorns method is thriving because it was never built around the health of the industry. It was built around the maths, and the maths does not read the Racing Post.
All the best,
Andrew
I agree with everything Andrew said above. And the "combo" offer he has put together here is as good as it gets.
If you have been thinking about this offer this week,
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John
