Pony dashing is something like a religion in Hong Kong, whose residents wager more than any other individual on Earth. Their church building is Happy Valley Racecourse, whose verdant oval track and floodlit stands are ringed around evening time by one of the game’s most fantastic perspectives: neon high rises and flawless piles of tall structures, a group of stars of enlightened windows, and past them, rich slopes outlined in obscurity.
On the night of Nov. 6, 2001, all of Hong Kong was discussing the greatest big stake the city had ever observed: at any rate HK$100 million (at that point about $13 million) for the champ of a solitary wager called the Triple Trio. The bet is similar to a trifecta of trifectas; it expects players to anticipate the best three ponies, in any request, in three unique warms. In excess of 10 million mixes are conceivable. At the point when nobody picks accurately, the prize cash turns over to the following arrangement of races. That pleasant November night, the pot had gone unclaimed multiple times over. Around a million people put down a wager—identical to 1 of every 7 city inhabitants.