No Easy Money

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A Tissue, A Tissue! - Rated
From the outset I should say that I enjoy reading Nevison's articles/books. Maybe that colours my view, I'm not sure.

This book is not for the general racing enthusiast. It's not really for the general bettor either. If you're looking for a book to give you guidance on how to make your betting pay, well this may not be the one for you either.

Nevison writes a weekly column in the Racing and Football Outlook and it was slightly disappointing to read so much of his new offering cotained in those columns.

The book chronicles Nevison's attempts to win £80K over a period of time. Most of this is through fixed-odds betting, but a signficant outlay is through the Scoop 6 and Tote Jackpot bets.

The author does devote a chapter detailing how he approaches a race. Howeever, this is not a 'how to..' guide. It's merely the Maths behind why he does what he does.

The carousing, partying, carrying-on was okay to read, but I'm a genuine racing fan and punter, so I preferred the accounts of his bets.

You'll read the book in a couple of hours, but it's enjoyable and I hope he continues publishing his tales.

boring,boring,boring! - Rated
One things for sure if you haven't read this book you haven't missed out,there is absolutely nothing of interest to the average punter.This has got to be one of the worst racing books ever written.
From a man who is supposed to be a legendary party animal,this is boring old tripe with no story, no humour,no nothing. It's like reading a year old copy of the racing post. Forget it!

Not as interesting as the first book........ - Rated
This was originally entitled "Living the Dream", in which Dave chronicled his attempt to win £1 million in the six month period between the Lincoln and the St Leger. He failed - that's why it's called "No Easy Money". No shame in that; but there is in offering this dull book. A lot of the text is padded with race reports. It's like reading old copies of the Racing Post. There is also the sound of pockets talking, the smell of burnt fingers and the taste of sour grapes.