So THEY Say...Try these:They've backed the topweight.They've come out of the woodwork to back Drongo Junior.They knew what they were doing.When they put their money down they're rarely wrong.They are saying.That'll do for a start.So who ARE... THEY?THEY are often figments of the speaker's imagination, those mythical characters who "know".At Randwick on Epsom/Metrop day, "THEY" had declared that Speed Gifted could not win the Metropolitan.He drifted from around $3.40 in the mo

So THEY Say...

Try these:

They've backed the topweight.

They've come out of the woodwork to back Drongo Junior.

They knew what they were doing.

When they put their money down they're rarely wrong.

They are saying.

That'll do for a start.

So who ARE... THEY?

THEY are often figments of the speaker's imagination, those mythical characters who "know".

At Randwick on Epsom/Metrop day, "THEY" had declared that Speed Gifted could not win the Metropolitan.

He drifted from around $3.40 in the morning to $7.00!!!

Finally some late money brought him back in to start at $6.

And he thrashed the field. Murdered it. The horse THEY backed was not heard of after the race.

The poor sods who had decided to back Speed Gifted probably took fright. Was this a well-engineered sting by the bookies? Or by one or two of the bigger ones? I have no idea, but THEY were so wrong it was silly.

THEY later declared two others in Melbourne as certainties and another one as no hope.

You're ahead of me, aren't you...?

When you hear THEY... run for your airraid shelter. Lock yourself in.

There are two possible results of the THEY mob in action:

1. You get a silly price - the money's on and more will thunder in from all those poor unfortunate believers, or

2. You'll be put off the best bet in weeks, as happened at Randwick.

I have never met ANY of the THEY team.

Because they don't exist.

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