Hey 4kSuited, I'm very happy to say I'm still with the same beautiful woman that's saved me from my self countless times now haha it's been rocky and we've been through a few rock bottoms but we're stronger than ever with a baby on the way, that's another reason that's spurred me on with this, I don't want to be stuck in a crappy job I hate and without any other skills for the working world, I thought this could be our saving grace. Self employed pulling in a few K a week and more time with my family would be a dream come true. So that idea alone has helped with keeping her on my side. She's a supportive lady.

That sounds like great advice, thank you. I've definitely learnt, if you want something you have to go and get it, but people on the other other hand are funny creatures, and the right ones will enter your life at the most unexpected times, that's what I'm waiting for, the right person with the same mentality for this.
Anyway, a long over due day off from work tomorrow and another visit to the money pit. I know it's going to be long road to get to high stakes but the goals are there with the ambition.

I'm baaaccckkkk!!!

The new angle-

So it's been 19month since my last post. I left my little adventure with my tail between my legs and spent a week in hospital.
It sucked.
After telling my close friends about what I was up to, and the profits that were to be made, I felt like the biggest failure going.
The play since faded from my brain and was replaced with spreadsheet entry, banking inputting and customer service. The boring mundane 9-5 shit I thought I escaped.
Family life was as mundane, I lost my spirit, my motivation, the drive that pushed me to break away from 'normal' living and strive for the underworld 'million in my pocket' kind of lifestyle.

Two christmas' came and went quicker than novices on the blackjack table. I lost touch with the awesome dude that set me up in the first place. I, not only let my self down but I let him down. I don't like letting people down. Never have. That's mainly the reason I've always been a bit of a loner. Less people expecting shit the easier life can be. Or so I've always thought.

I went grey man. Grey in my family, grey in work, grey in traffic. I wasn't really there. I just existed.

I can't put my finger on what changed.

But I needed the change.

I'm sure everyone who's reading this has seen 21, I think it was mentioned in my blog earlier on by someone comparing my trip to a mix of 21 and the hostel. To be honest a few nights felt like it could have been around the corner haha, the blackjack MIT team that's known world wide for their take on the high-lo BJ counting system. It's not hard to get the information of how to follow the system and the variation of what blackjack you're playing. I looked in to the system, not long after I got back from my first venture but didn't think much of it and definitely had no spare cash to throw in so I put it to the back of my mind untill one day earlier this year, and I thought fuck it. Something to do, I was trying to stop smoking at the time so it was just something to keep mind and hands busy.
After a week, I was feeling like 'ok, shit! I'm getting pretty good at this, I learnt basic strat perfectly and counting is just counting so damn! maybe I can make something with this.'
3 months later I hit my first uk casino.
Walked in on my own, slightly nervous, and threw my £20 on the table. I knew I was no where near close to having a decent bank roll so was gonna just play £1 hands and just have some fun with it.
I slid my first pound in to place and was ready to count the fuck out of this place. When I heard "erm this is £5 minimum bet" oh shit, the pound and 2 pound table was full, I felt so embarrassed I couldnt stand up so continued to play at £5. 4 hands later I was walking to my car. Fail.

I said 'right, I'm not gonna waste money I don't have. This is a joke. Never gonna work. Back to being grey.'

I couldn't sleep for days. Other than been sat like a noob in the casino, I knew my shit, I knew what to do. I couldn't just ignore another chance of making some money.

I went back a week later with £30 and got a seat on spot 1 at the pound table. I was under no illusion that I was gonna walk out rich, I just wanted to test the strategy.

I walked out shakin with £100 quid in my pocket. It was perfect.

I didn't want to think I was on to something that I wasn't so I double checked my research. I didn't realise that the European No Hole Card Blackjack had a slightly different basic strategy so I implemented that straight away. Other than that my count was good, my bet spread was fair to the amount I had and my variations made sense. I was bound to have ups and downs, bad days good days, losses and wins but the maths is there and as long as I keep practicing and playing it should all go good.

My biggest issue I face is bankroll and lack of team. I don't wanna be in a position where I'm playing someone else's money, pressure and the risk. So I'm grinding hard to stack bankroll and avoid detection. The lack of team means I'm playing empty tables from the start of a shoe to end, and due to the majority of retards in my local casino I can't trust them to play well enough if I back count, and don't have the time to be waiting for them to loose their money while back counting.

The plan

Grind hard, play hard and avoid detection. Stack untill I've got decent bankroll and play big. The aim is definitely to train someone else and build a team slowly. Need to trust these people with my money at the end of the day. Unless they're playing their own but not the best of selling points to a potential new team member.

So this is it, I've been playing and stacking for about 4months now, it's all looking good. No real plan in place just the idea and strategy. Playing in any spare time I've got: so what do you guys think? Any experience or tips? Or do you just want me to keep you all informed of the venture? Feed back would be awesome.

incred scenes. A multi million pound staking operation and the $$$$$$$$$$$ man doesn't even have health insurance for his workers aboard!!!!  Sounds like you had a lucky escape.  Hope you get better on the NHS before the election when labour might ruin the country's economy and busto the nhs.  Be thankful you got home in time before May!  Sign on before the tories get a majority and you might get a few months of full level benefits before losers like you get told to get a real job and the benefits system is scrapped.

Wow......
You really know a lot don't ya....
I've never claimed in my life mate, worked my arse off since I was old enough to work. Yeah the countries a joke, I've paid a shit load into taxes and will never claim job seekers. I might not have a lot but what I do have I've worked for......
I took a risk but I won't ever expect someone else to bail me out. You telling me you've never been to the doctors or the dentist? Had a prescription? It's all subsidised by tax....
Don't act like you know someone because you've read a blog with a couple of personal facts 👍

My darkest half-hour......

It was 2 o'clock in the morning, after a great day of making up my uselessness in training, my average error dropped, my mindset rising and I was sat around the back of the hotel, having a nice cold orange juice to relax. I stood up to go to bed when it struck, a bowel condition I was diagnosed with on my 21st birthday. It was like a car crash and a knife attack all rolled in to one, into my gut. 

I folded.
Head first into the floor. 

The agonising, crippling spasm wouldn't let go. I couldn't move. Couldn't unfold to reach my phone. Could only look and make a feeble attempt to reach but with no use.
It was the second most scariest moments of my life, next to watching my girlfriend nearly die last year. 
After what felt like days, which turned out to be about half an hour, I crawled to the lift and made my way, sloth like, to my room.
The dilemma I faced next, after realising my health insurance wasn't valid here, was do I stay hoping it could get better? but if it didn't there was the real chance I couldn't fly home later and get stuck with massive hospital bills or bite the bullet and make my way home and get to a hospital. 

So I made the decision to go home. 

I'm really gutted. The once in a lifetime chance to improve mine and my family's life, set up the bar and have more time to spend with my daughter has back fired and currently on my way to a hospital in absolute agony with more financial problems than before, no job, mounting debt and interest charges and feeling like an absolute failure. 

Don't get me wrong, no amount of money is worth you're health but it doesn't take the sting out.

So I guess this is the end of line and the end of this blog. I've left some great people and an awesome opportunity out of nothing but bad luck.

The story of my life.

Ok, I think the vagueness is starting to annoy some people. But before I go in to anything, please don't mistake my vagueness as lack of trust. As I'm staying as anonymous as possible, trust isn't the issue, it's more out of respect for the people that have come up with the idea.

I'm not the first to do this and I won't be the last. Like most things it's not all about what you know but who you know and if you're prepared to make a risk.

What I'm doing is a casino card game. One that's unheard of in Western Europe. A genius team have come up with a system to beat the casino, giving a 5%+ edge so I'm keeping my head down to learn it and  then traveling to as many countries as possible to find the game and play as much as possible and earning myself a 20% cut of the profits. That's really as specific as I can get so I hope that's cleared a few things up.

A few of the early comments have implied I was a little nieve, but looking back I believe the only nievity was how quickly I thought I'd pick it up. I'd love to be out there making big money by now but it's not working like that. I'm putting in the hours by all means but with distractions and worries about home, It's hard to keep 100% focused all the time and I'm a little worried that my lack of progress could result in the backers cutting their losses and sending me home.
So it's time to stop messing, it's all good missing loved ones but if thinking about that is going to send me home then it's no good for anybody and I'll be in a worse position than when I started.
I've always been a bit of a worrier and take negative things very personally which obviously make my mindset deteriorate.
I feel it's make or break at the moment and if I don't grasp it soon, it'll be time for home.
I don't want to let my family down or the backer that's put the upmost trust in me.
I need to keep head strong and do what I know I can do!

I'll keep you posted guys.

["The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses - behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights."]

Bonjour mes amis!

Millions of combinations and options running through my head but there is only one answer.

I've began putting myself in character. I haven't made a penny yet but walking round like a big shot, not arrogantly, just as a mindset. Repeating over and over like a mantra "I've got this!"
It's definitely helping, it lets me step away from my own personal flaws and into a person that's stronger, quicker and more interactive.
I've never been a massive social person, always kept a tight circle of friends, so learning to interact with my new "family" but keeping trust barriers up is a strange concept but coping well.

My first proper "sleep in" came this morning. It was nice. Had a great breakfast (AndrewT!!) followed up with a couple coffees, a cig and a good walk before hitting training feeling better than ever and absolutely killed it! After an awesome session, my trainer said tomorrow we can step it up a notch so even more cards in to the mix. Feeling great, even though I had some chicken that resembled road kill. My stomachs feeling it so had an early night ready, again, to impress.
I know that I'm not here for other people's approval, or praise, but a bit of acknowledgment to how hard I'm working is a nice boost.

I'm really starting to miss my family. Talking to my daughter and girlfriend is tough, they're doing really well though, I'm so proud of them. Pictures and momentoes, in my pocket at all times, makes me feel closer to them and a nice reminder of why I'm doing this.

Focus, focus, focus.

"The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses - behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights."
Muhammad Ali




 

Certainly reads more like a book in the making than a real life quest. Goodluck which ever it is.

Haha cheers, still in the early days.

Good things come to those who wait......

I'll wait to update when things get moving more

My first night of training wasn't easy.  So many hours staring at a screen can really start frying the eyes. The cards began imprinting on my iris'.
It's like a foreign language to me, but I have no choice but to learn this one so I'm hitting it head on. I'm a little out of my comfort zone, but comforts boring, there's time for that stuff when I'm old and decrepid. There's no time for negativity, no time for weakness.
My trainer was very patient and with it being my first night, he kept his cool completely, talking me through every decision, even though he had to repeat himself a million times. A very nice guy.
I went to bed feeling run down and confused with a very sore neck and a pulsing headache, so much for no weakness!
Tomorrow's a new day so I'm going to get up early, have some decent breakfast before having a little nap and getting straight back to training.

I woke up late and missed breakfast but it was ok, I felt really good. I made my way to the pool, black coffee in hand and had my first cig of the day. The sun beamed on me which made me feel even better. This is such a nicer start to the day than sitting on my door step at home shivering.
I grabbed a quick bit of lunch and headed back to training. I'm going to smash it today!
I had a good one to one session with my trainer, I was still missing obvious cards and making stupid decisions, but I was noticing them as soon as I made them which was a good sign. Again, I've never met such a patient guy, hour after hour he sat there, complelty focused, which made me work even harder. Today was good.
It got to 3 oclock in the morning and he called it a day. I showed tiredness in the bags under my eyes and was told to sleep.
I checked my phone to find some messages from home. It wasn't great. A couple of days in and all I was really recieving from home were comments saying they missed me and how shit they felt that I wasn't  there. I guess it's part of the dilemma of doing this work when you've got a family waiting at home. Am I a bad parent? All I can think is that "I'm  doing this for them, it's going to make life so much easier, it's only short term."
Me and my girlfriend ended up arguing through the negative comments, its not that I wanted her to suck it up and get on with it, obviously I want to know what she's thinking and feeling but not constantly about the bad stuff. If you start to dwell on negativity all the time it will make anyone ill! I needed support as much as she did but we said our peace and called it a day.
I laid in bed feeling shit again. Even if i could have them with me, this is no life for a family getting dragged around for. I must remain confident in myself and my decisions.

Every morning seems to be the same. I'd love to sleep in, but adjusting the body clock after so many years of school runs is difficult.
Sat looking over the water shimmering was hypnotic and hardly heard the waiter stood at the side of me. I turned my sore, stiff neck to see him looking very cheery, he was a nice guy and spoke hardly any English. "My friend, what you want?"
I ordered my black coffee, which again, he thought was quite strange and proceeded rolling a cig and continued to think.
I never even liked black coffee at home but it was a nice 'pick me up' here. Thank you coffee god!
The first thing I had to do was sort out the argument from the night before, it wasn't fully resolved and I couldn't function with bad feelings. There's no place for bad feelings miles apart from each other, life's too short.
As soon as she answered, she apologised for what had happened, I apologied for being snappy and we got on with talking about the good times.
I felt awesome, especially after a little chat with my mentor at home. He always knew how to put my mind back on the right track and gave me more encouragment to keep focused.
I jumped straight back in to training on my own. I focused. I had my head phones in and went through each card slowly like I was reading it pixel by pixel. It was clicking. My errors were low, confidence sky hign and after two hours, I had to take a break, not from fatigue but from disbelief at how well I was doing.  Was I dreaming?
Another coffee and a cig, I headed back to my room to find it full. My trainer sat down with me and I explained my success. He looked really pleased and asked me to show him.......I fell to pieces like I'd never played......what's going on.....he looked at me like I had been cheating before. This isn't good.
We went out for some food, a change of scenery will help.
The food was nice but made me feel sick. Another few hours of training with pain in my gut had the same results. Not good. I put it down to being tired and then after more stupid mistakes, I put it down to being colour blind. And then shape blind. He laughed and just said I was completely blind.

The morning after I feel good, still keeping my positivity. Drinking more black coffee and thinking of happy times at home. Today is the day I impress. I'm the under dog. But I know in myself I can do this. I'm not stupid by any means, just a little careless, need to keep focus. As I thought this, out of no where, the sun broke through the clouds warming my shivering legs, I think it's time to walk. Back to my room I head. This is it. Time to kick some arse!

Peace and love.

Hello beautiful people.

Thanks for the interest and also your concerns.


As a fairly young guy and also new to the scene, you may think I'm walking in to a disaster blind folded. However, life's full of risks, that's why we all do what we do. Some risks are bigger than others but at the same time more profitable.
 I don't think anyone has full control over anything that they do in this life, you can have all the answers in the world but you can still make mistakes. You could be driving, very sensibly, down the road and due to the carelessness of somebody else, your life could be cut short, maybe if you went faster you could have avoided it.... Maybe not.

The point I'm trying to make is; if you don't risk something when an opportunity arises you can always be left wondering what if..... And personally I'm fed up of the what ifs.
The whole 'life's like a box of chocolates' is nonescense. You look at the packet and you take what you want. 

With regards to the 'million dollar system' unfortunately I won't be giving names or places. And with anything in this world, you don't get anything for free, there's always work involved. We're not MPs after all.....haha 

Anyways thank you again for reading, will speak soon.

The aim of any game is to win. And if youre going to go all in, you might as well do it big.
So how about leaving a mundane lifestyle to fly to countries you've never been to, where you can't speak the lanuguage with nothing but a suitcase and a dream, to win a load of money?
Before I tell you about it, bare in mind, I've never stepped foot into a bookies or a casino in my entire life. The most gambling I've ever done was £10 on an online bingo site......

I'll take you back to the beginning......
When I was 16 I completely believed I was going to be a millionaire and retired by the age of 25. Haha so yeah thats not going to happen working at mcdonalds.
 A year or two passed and I was in college with a baby girl at home...life definately was not going to plan.
Time passed bouncing from job to job trying to make ends meet. 
Life will never go to plan when you're expecting everything and doing nothing for it.
I split from my daughters mother after a mountainous rocky 6 years of hell and not long after met the woman of my dreams. It was at this exact moment I knew I had to start thinking big again.

A month in to the relationship I took the first step.

Feeling cheeky as hell and nerves in my stomach; I made a call to someone I barely knew, yet someone who I had complete trust in, to ask, not for a loan or a handout but an opportunity to do something. Something that could put me on the right path. He accepted and had something in mind.
The last thing he said before he hung up was "are you ready for an adventure?" My entire body shoudered with excitement.
The next day he gave me a call and offered me a flight and a contact.....I grasped it with both hands.

Its kinda funny how I barely knew the guy and yet he trusted me as much as I trusted him, this is going to be a good longlasting friendship.

I was expecting to leave in a couple of month for my adventure, so I had a little bit of time to get my shit together, keep working in a greesey chip shop and stack what little pennies I was earning. The next thing, I got a message......."Time to go mate..... two week......." my heart sunk, yet I was overcome with excitment. Time to get that money. I was more than ready for that part!

So im sat in the chippy contemplating leaving my daughter, the love of my life and my family and friends, not forever but long enough to have a lump in my throat. Daunting thoughts. I wanted nothing more than to walk out of my job and spend time with the ones I cared about but I needed the money to leave for them; what kind of dad and boyfriend would I be to run and leave them with nothing? So i manned up and got on with it.

The hardest part of going anywhere for an unknown amount of time is the goodbyes, it wasnt forever but was still hard. My daughter was so brave and was reassuringly taking the news very well. Well as much as a 6 year old could.
My girlfriend.....didnt take it so well....in the two weeks before I left she tried to break up countless times but always came running back in the room moments later. I cant blame her for that, its a big ask to leave someome who you've been with for a short space of time and expecting them to wait for god knows how long and for them to still get on with the daily grind, when in her mind I'd be living it upsomewhere. But like I said im doing this for us not just for myself. So we made plans about what we want to do in life. It always came back to the same mutual idea. Opening a bar..... Thats it. I've got our dream in my heart, the contacts to get me started  and the friends and family to spur me on. Its time......

The drive to the airport was the longest of my life. I've flown by myself before but never to do anything like this. I got on my plane and ended up somewhere I couldn't even pronounce. Shit DEFINATELY got real. Trying to get a taxi to another place you can't pronounce is a scary situation, I was sat next to the driver, thinking I was going to end up in a ditch or worse......

So why am I even here? What am I doing? I'll give you the low down.......

I'm meeting a friend of my friend and we're going to go to a casino to play a game.

You're probably sat there thinking "why not just go down the local gala casino and spin your way to a million?" Haha come on thats never going to happen, not with my pennies anyway.

The difference is, we're learning a system. And we've got $500,000 in total, each, to play with........did I not mention that part? Yeah, now you know why I've been staining every pair of boxers I've worn for the last two weeks.

The first night was strange as hell. After my little scare with the crazy taxi driver, I got to the hotel, met my first new friend, who paid the driver and was shown to the room.
There sitting in the corner, was a chubby guy with glasses who couldn't speak much english, who was also learning the system. I threw my bag in the corner and sat on the bed. Silence filled the room like it was gas and a massive dose of realization hit me....... What am i doing?? ........I left my girlfriend, my family and my job and now i'm here not knowing what the hell is going on. I had to get out of there....I made my excuses for a cigarette  and got to the front door and collapsed  on my back out of sight around corner, and chain smoked three death sticks untill my throat felt like a dirty dry scourer pad.
I headed back to the room feeling lost and alone, to be talked through a bit of the basics and advised to get some sleep. I laid there for a good hour, ive never wanted to just cry so much in my life. Yeah im a girl, i know. But I held it in and thought of home.

I woke up to find the place looking like a normal hotel room and the sun shining  through my curtain. It didnt seem as bad as the night before. All I knew is I needed a cig, some coffee and a familiar face. So I got my drink and a cig and sat in the sun and video called my girlfriend. Instantly feeling better, we had a little chat, i kept my cool and kept my problems to myself, she didnt need the worry.
A few hours passed, still feeling pretty lonely, I messaged my friend and expressed my concerns, which were quickly put to rest and was advised to write this blog. Hes well travelled for his age and with my trust in him, I definately felt more calm.
"Welcome to the murky world of seedy gambling, embrace it." I dont know how the hell that calmed me down but it worked.

So thats where I'm at now. Training. Ready to take on as many casinos and as many countries as I can to make my life a million times better with half a mill in dollars.
 
Wish me luck guys, I'll keep you posted.