I wouldn’t consider myself as a gambling person. Yes, I play poker regularly – a game many mistakenly assume is far more luck based than it actually is – and will happily join a game of bingo with my friends at the pub but other than that, the only things I really place bets on are The Oscars (I’m a film buff!)and The Grand National. I certainly don’t make regular trips to the bookies or even play those perplexing, pub gambling machines which seem to flash almost as much as the senile bloke sitting next to it in my local, so why do I make an exception for the Grand National?
Every year at Aintree Racecourse there is the big race, I’m not even sure if it’s part of any sort of tournament, competition or cup and lets face it, I think most people are ignorant on that particular fact too! All I know is that there are a lot of horses involved, a lot of jockies in colourful hats and shirts and that it is one of the most dangerous horse races out there.
I guess that sums it up really. I’ve seen other horse races, and although they are fun they never quite match the excitement of he national. Especially if your horse is in the top four. I’m not a gambling man, but I do like a bit of excitement and there’s nothing more exciting than cheering your horse on, whether there’s 50p or £50 to win.
From my experience, The Grand National is never a solitary thing either, it’s a very social occasion. Every year (even when I was well under the legal gambling age) my dad would pop out to the bookies and put a bet on for my brother, my mum, himself and me. We’d all watch it together and cheer our horses on and usually congratulate my dad on picking the winner (an unnatural amount of times!), I guess that’s what makes it a big deal – for me at least – what’s not to like? The excitement, the laughter, the money, the bonding? It’s well worth it, and whether horse racing is as popular as yesteryear (I don’t have a clue, again, I’m no expert!) the Grand National will always hold a special place in my heart.