Man, my heart’s still racing from that rugby bet! Last weekend’s match had me on edge—tight scrum, last-minute try, the works. I’d put a decent chunk on the underdog after spotting their lineout stats were sneaky good. Kept refreshing the live odds, sweating bullets as the clock ticked down. Cashed out just before the final whistle when they were up by a hair. Nailed it, but was I lucky or smart? Still shaking thinking about it. Anyone else ride that game’s chaos?