Gambling at Manchester United & How to Survive Aleppo
It was a dark night in October 2009. I was in a street bar in Asia. The girls were in the front. The serious men who did the business were at the back. They were in suits. Scotch whisky bottles open beside them. Their favourite girls pouring their drinks and pouting. They were some of the continent's biggest bookmakers. We were talking about the ways of the Asian gambling market works and the various fixes they had heard about recently. The phone...