BET! BET! (don’t bet) BET!
Some years ago, when a sharp-dressed Italian football aficionado with a penchant for pink newspapers and large ice-creams left a certain football podcast and was replaced by a clarinet-playing liberal snowflake with a penchant for borrowing the kitchen appliances of superstar DJs, you could still get half-decent odds from a major bookie on the new presenter getting the job after he had accepted it but before the news was made public. The few of us “in the know” found ourselves suffering a dilemma. Specifically, on what would we spend all our winnings?
