Times are tough, the country is in recession and we're still in a cost of living crisis. Almost all of us are feeling the pinch.

So no one can blame you if you like to dream a little with the occasional punt on the horses.

But if you’d like to turn those big-win dreams into reality, I suggest you read every single word on this page.

I’m about to tell you how I went from bored out of work geek to earning more than £70,000 betting on horse racing...

All in less than a year.

Maybe you’re thinking, “you just got lucky.”

But as a data scientist, I know there’s no such thing as luck.

Instead, I base my system on cold, hard numbers. And it works. I regularly earn:

● Around £1,500 every single week.

● Which adds up to about £6,000 per month.

● And over the past four years, I’ve averaged £70,000 a year, for around £280k in total.

That’s more than enough to live the kind of luxurious lifestyle most of us can only dream of.

Just take a look at my betting balance...

So if you’ve lost money betting...

Or if you’ve almost given up looking for a system that works...

Or even if you don’t usually place bets but you could really do with some extra cash...

Then read on. This could be the most important thing you read, EVER!

First, let me tell you a little bit about how I got here.

My name is Chris Young, and I’m a Maths and Big Data geek.

As a kid, I loved Numbers. I mean absolutely LOVED it.

So when other boys my age were out playing footy or at home on their PlayStations, I’d be sitting in my room solving hardcore equations or reading about advanced calculus.

In GCSE maths, I got an A*. Almost full marks on both exams.

A level maths, I got an A with a very impressive 91% score.

What should I study at uni? It was a no-brainer. Data Science, thanks very much. And I fully expected to get a 1st class degree without breaking a sweat.

But that’s where I came unstuck.

You see, uni was a big eye-opener for a kid like me. I’d spent my teenage years getting excited about my study and using numbers to solve complex problems.

But at university, I suddenly realised there was more to life. Partying, drinking, and chasing girls, to name but a few.

Weekends were a blur of pubs, pints, and clubs. Weekdays were much the same too. It was wild, it was irresponsible, and it was stupid.

It was also the most fun I’d ever had. Do I regret my wayward youth? Yes, a little.

Because, long story short, I crashed out of uni near the end of my second year!

Four outstanding assignments and an attendance under 50% didn't give me much of an option.

So I was out. Just turned 20, back living with my parents. Nothing to show for my two years at uni. And no use for my precious numbers brain...

Until a friend introduced me to sports betting

and set me on the road to riches

This old schoolmate of mine was still at uni ( he hadn’t screwed it up like I had).

He popped over to see me at my parents’ one day during the holidays.

I don’t remember much of what we talked about. Boozing and girls, probably.

But the one thing that stands out razor-sharp in my memory was when he showed me the bookies app on his phone. It turned out this friend of mine was like a flutter on the horses. More than a flutter, in fact.

He’d bet most of his student loan money and lost it all. Maybe I wasn’t the only screw-up in the room!

My mate had no system when he placed his bets.

He’d choose a horse with a name he liked or go for one the bookies were pushing with boosted odds. With no method and no clue, he’d frittered all his money away in record time.

Despite his sob story, I was intrigued. Horse racing and betting was a world I'd never even come across.

My parents didn’t even buy raffle tickets. And I’d been too blinded by alcohol and girls at uni to have other interests.

But as soon as he showed me that app, with a whole screen full of stats and data, it was like a light went on in my head.

This was data, pure and simple.

I was in my element.

“I reckon I can win your money back,” I told him. “You’re full of sh*t,” he replied. Fair enough!

“No, seriously, I can do it,” I insisted. “When the next big horse race thingy, whatever they’re called?”

“Race meet. It’s the Cheltenham Festival in two weeks.”

“Perfect. Get back to me just before it starts, and I’ll tell you who to bet on.” Something occurred to me. “Have you got any cash left to bet with?”

“I’m down to the last £100 on my account.”

That would do. “Ok. Wait until Cheltenham. This will work, I promise.”

For the next two weeks, I went deep into the unfamiliar - to me- world of horse racing and sports betting.

And I mean DEEP.

I looked at the odds. I looked at form. I looked at the trainers and their records. I gobbled up every little stat and snippet of information I could find.

I fed it ALL into my data bases I created.

And what for most people would be overwhelming, for me, was just numbers.

Probability mostly, and statistics.

Now for someone to track the patterns manually was hard but when you use computers and the techniques used in 'Big Data' it became easy.

All I needed to do was join the dots and create a number of algorithms.

The day before Cheltenham, I messaged my friend. It was a long message!

I told him exactly which horses to bet on in all 7 races. Since it was my first time testing my system, most of my selections were each way. Best play it safe.

First race, my pick came in. Another race, an each way profit. The next 3 races, nothing at all. Doubt began to set in. Had I got it wrong?

Turns out I did not need to worry.

Another winner and each way profit ended the day. To cut to the chase, by the end of the four days, more than 30% of my picks were money-makers.

My friend’s bank grew. And grew. Then grew some more.

From a measly £100 at the start of Cheltenham. To a whopping £3.5k by the end. He was ecstatic. I’d won him back almost everything he’d lost.

My 'Big Data' system worked. I’d cracked the code.

But I’m a perfectionist. 30% was good, but not good enough.

I needed to go again. And this time around,

I’d put my own money on the line.

My strategy was simple. I’d use what I learned at Cheltenham to refine my system even more.

Feed the new data into my algorithms go again.

I’d have to start small because I was skint. I decided on a £20 starting bank.

But I expected I’d be able to increase my capital in no time. And then I’d invest my winnings in bigger and better bets.

I spread my money across ten races. Four came in as winners. Two EW bets places producing a profit. One was winning but pulled up injured. One faded near the end and two finished just outside the places.

My £10 had become £120.11

It was working. I kept going.

After two weeks, I had £1512.87.

At the end of the month, my bank was close to four grand.

This was in just ONE MONTH!

So no time to stop. I placed bet after bet.

With every race result, I fed into my datebase improving my system a little more. Soon I was making a profit 45% of the time.

My pot at the end of the six months? £26,432. And 21p, to be precise.

And by the end of my first year of betting, I doubled that again. As the 12-month mark rolled by, my bank stood at £72,941.

My system had earned me £70k in one year

That was more than both my parent’s incomes combined.

And of course, I didn’t need to pay a penny of tax on it. God bless HMRC and their rules on betting winnings!

How did I celebrate? I went a little bit crazy, to be honest. Here’s the BMW 4 Series M Sport I bought.

...And as the profits kept coming I've now moved into this luxury city centre apartment.

I had a great life.

But as time passed I started to think about the people around me and letting others in on my secret. I had plenty of family and friends who deserved my help.

So I got a small group and cut them in on my system.

We decided to test it out for 60 days. At this point, I decided it needed a name.