Alright, gather round, you degenerates. Thought I’d cracked the code with my double risk strategy—betting on yellow cards in matches where tempers flare and refs get trigger-happy. Started small, turned a cautious £20 into £150 one weekend when two derbies got spicy. Kept pushing it, doubling down on games with proper needle. Cash was rolling in—£400 in a month, not bad for a hunch about hotheads and bookings. Then came the crash. Last week, I lumped it all on a "sure thing"—two teams known for scraps. Guess what? Refs turned blind, players hugged it out, and I’m back to square one. Double risk? More like double regret. Still, those wins tasted sweet while they lasted.