A summer-mode multiple, an ignored cashout, a low odds that ruins everything. Learning from a bad bet.
This wasn’t an official season bet. It was a three-coin multiple, designed to add spice to this strange, albeit well-constructed, Club World Cup: five events, respectable odds, and a total multiplier above 17. Everything was going swimmingly… right up until the final match.
And right there, as expected, the lowest odds played their part. Was it predictable? I’d already felt certain feelings in the Instagram posts following the “meme” bet. I still chose to keep it in play, and I didn’t cash out, which is what I would do during the real season.
Leaving 20 euros on the table should be less painful than not having received anything at all.
During the championship season I would have definitely played a 5-bet SuperMultiple , with total odds X17, at least 1 recovery would have been possible.
I would have bought this X10 without thinking twice: with 3 coins you win 30, you just cash in. Like: cash out and regret it.
These summer games should be treated like any other: maximum discipline, always. Even if sometimes it’s also necessary to let go, to unwind or simply to remain light-hearted, to observe.
In this case: the usual two teams scoring in bursts and then 0-0, how many times have we already experienced it and we still don’t want to believe it.
The usual lower quota ready to ruin everything.
Furthermore, the fact that it was the third consecutive goal in that multiple increased the risk.
In short, three clues that prove it, but let’s move on, because we’re in summer mode.
I’ve definitely considered cashing out. I’d also considered coverage for 0-0, 1-0, 2-0… but there were too many scenarios, so I let it go.
So, the bet slip went to waste. Jealous? Sure, obviously. Oh well, I’d already mentally prepared for it. A bad start? Undeniable, but with a 10×00 just a click away, you can’t bring anything into play, not even two disallowed goals, red cards, injuries (PSG, who broke the UALLERA…), nothing!
So let’s all remember that this was a betting slip born with the face of a meme, but the real season is about to begin, the one where you have to enter the numbers into the cells of an Excel spreadsheet that, at the end of each month, throws the numbers in your face, good or bad as they may be.
And they better be beautiful, even if you leave something on the table or if you optimize the odds of the game even further.
Take, you have to take as much as possible, put aside, let the balance and satisfaction grow.
