A row has developed over the number of losers The Magical Tipster has chosen lately. It has been said that it would have been seriously profitable to have laid his tips over the last couple of months and this is not good. Here is a poem of what has been going on.
Shut the hell up and go to bed
You’re trying to flex so hard
Feel like I’m gonna get stabbed ?
I just ate shit on the poker board
Are you better,
I cried
Typical punter
No, at Goodwood we nearly died
Train 10x harder than ever before
You were once a legend
The Magical Tipster is now a bore
Will he take that?
Sorry I introduced you to them
Should take me shopping for a new hat!