What made matters worse was Les got four pegs from the hand he dealt. He now only needed two to win.
The two lads who were playing snooker left the club and the table was taken up by Vinnie and his brother Graeme.
Bob took out his carrier bag and asked if anyone wanted a pork pie;
I’ll have one said Les; as Bob tried with shaking hands to break the plastic seal on the packet.
“Here dad let me said Trevor as he took the bag and opened it then set it down so that people could help themselves. He gave his son one of the sandwiches that Linda had made then took a bite from the other. Hughie dealt the cards exclaiming that it was a poor card player who couldn’t deal himself a good hand. A man walked in wearing a bib and brace bought a pint then proceeded to fill the bandit with coins his eyes never left the machine as the wheels went around and around. He won over twenty five pounds but carried on playing until it was all gone then inserted even more money.
This man was addicted to gambling thought Hughie as he studied his cards. The man continued to play for the next hour winning then losing but could not get the jackpot of £250. The card game continued and Les still wanted those two pegs to win. Trevor was coming up on the rails though he now had nine pegs; Hughie had four and Bob seven.
The 2.45 at Kempton got underway and again the lads kept watching in between sorting their cards.
Trevor knocked on the table to signify that he had four of a kind.
“You an aal said his dad; I already paid out a quid to this bugger here; pointing at Les.’
You might have to pay out a bit more as well I think I’ve got four good hands here. He knew he had four kings, two aces, two queens, One Jack, and a ten of clubs which gave him another stotter; and one, two, three for his back hand.
He played the three kings knowing he had two aces, that was one then he played ace queen, king, stotting which gave him another. Then Trevor played Jack, Queen, King, Stotting and one, two, three.
“Where did you get that hand from?’
“It’s a poor card player who cannot deal himself a good hand.’
“You were dealing for your dad though.’
“Well I work that out at £9.60p lads.
“I’m in the poor hoose this week said Hughie as the bell sounded for last orders and Trevor went to the bar and ordered two large whiskeys.
There was a steward’s enquiry at Kempton between Lucky Lady Linda and Devils Advocate.
Did you back “Lucky Lady Linda dad?’
“Aye,’ at twenty to one as well.’
“You’ve got a fiver on it as well.’
“Devils Advocate has got this said Les.’
“It was close said bob but your horse impeded my horse.’
“Don’t be daft, it won fair and square.’
“Why was a steward’s enquiry brought in then?’
“Whey a diven’t na but he didn’t do anything wrong in my eyes looks like I’ve got myself a treble up.’ Les began to rub his hands together thinking of how much he would win for an 8/1, 3/1, 10/1 shot.
It was a lot of money if it won which it had in his mind.’