Bookmakers and general Money Laundering on the Dark Web

How do these lads do it?

I know the world is full of idiots subscribing to these lads tips but it hardly explains some of these lads extravagant lifestyles.

169 pound for a month FFS

Surely he can’t have 25k members

I remember an influencer type from work who said you can pay a reasonable enough fee to just get a few pictures taken in a private jet (said jet sat on a runway for hours raking in thousands during a refuel). If they don’t show a good view of the window it’s a dead giveaway.

I’ve zero doubt that there’s a lot of that kind of optics messing with tipsters. When gucci wasn’t trying to sell powder around Galway boozers he’d have a photoshop of his BOI current account to fool simpletons.

Is the Gucci still on the go

Great seeing those racing twitter wankers having to climb down.

I hear he is but he lost a lot of followers from being outed by that TipsterExposer fella (who I hear sold his soul to another tipster in recent times). Gucci is still hiding out foreign over some trouble he got himself into back home in Galway.

1 Like

Bookies Dream and Tipster Exposer are just two degenerates who can’t make gambling pay. They are just lashing out at other degenerates who are more wily, brazen and brass necked.

Whether this Gucci character or whoever was making money selling tips or not, Bookies Dream would still be a degenerate.If he had a score on Poniros @ 100/1 last week, he’d be having a tonne on the 2:11 at Central Park ten minutes after collecting.

These lads are full of shit, RIP this and that and then bashing the shit out of jockeys and horses the following day blaming everyone else but themselves. Fuck them, I’m glad for that Gucci fella, speaking as a fellow gambling degenerate. Also and most importantly, Fuck Josh Toole.

4 Likes

Twitter was taken over with PSA adverts the last few days. It all makes sense now.

https://tfk.thefreekick.com/t/sport-of-kings-and-equine-matters-part-viii-you-bet-they-die-part-4/38588/5657?u=copper_pipe

Icy

Point Blank: Is Pro Sports Advice a Betting Rip-Off?

Pro Sports Advice Limited claims to deliver winning tips, but their 2023 financials tell a different story—one of profit from punters, not the bookies. With shady spending, disappearing debts, and zero transparency, punters should be asking: where’s the money going?

Where’s the Cash Coming From?

The 2023 financials—unaudited, of course—reveal:

€796,440 in cash.

€1,146,733 in net assets.

€523,178 profit in one year.

That’s half a million euros in profit for a four-person operation with just €100 share capital. Unlike betting syndicates that take on market risks, they collect subscription fees upfront—win or lose. X users routinely slam their tips as “poor value”, so this isn’t profit from outsmarting the bookmakers. It’s pure cash extraction from punters’ wallets.

A €262,134 Debt Vanished

Creditors dropped from €271,829 in 2022 to just €9,695 in 2023—a staggering €262,134 reduction. Yet their cash only rose by €128,769, nowhere near enough to cover that gap.

Where did the money come from? There’s no record of a major expense or restructuring. In any normal business, a quarter-million euro debt disappearing without a clear entry in the accounts would raise serious questions.

Who got paid? Why isn’t it clear?

A €95,275 Car—Not Better Tips

Tangible assets jumped from €8,769 to €99,835, driven by a €95,275 vehicle purchase.

A four-person tipping service doesn’t need a €95,275 car to analyze odds. There’s no investment in analytics, no new tech, no better tools—just a big spend on wheels.

Are punters’ fees funding a luxury ride instead of better bets?

Directors’ Pay Slashed—Or Hidden?

Directors’ pay fell 92% from €380,075 in 2022 to €28,472 in 2023, despite total staff costs hitting €656,846 (an average of €164,212 per employee).

A €523,178-profit company doesn’t slash director salaries unless the money is moving elsewhere—through dividends, bonuses, or perhaps that €95,275 car.

This opacity kills trust.

Are Clients Even Paying?

Debtors rose from €194,399 to €235,808, including:

€155,434 in trade debtors (up 36%).

€80,374 in unpaid share capital—unchanged for two years.

They expect every euro to be paid—despite a flood of X users calling their service “poor value.”

And why haven’t shareholders paid their €80,374 stake after two years? If they won’t invest in their own business, why should punters?

No Audits, No Transparency

The red flags are undeniable:

Unaudited financials, hiding behind exemptions.

€796,440 in cash unlinked to betting wins.

€262,134 debt drop with no explanation.

€95,275 car instead of service improvements.

92% pay cut hinting at hidden cash flows.

Under Ireland’s Companies Act 2014, they skip profit and cash flow statements. That means punters can’t see where their money is actually going.

And in betting, opacity is a dealbreaker.

Point Blank: Punters Pay, They Profit

Pro Sports Advice Limited’s 2023 financials expose a grim reality:

€523,178 in profit.

A €262,134 vanishing debt.

A €95,275 car.

A 92% directors’ pay cut that reeks of hidden cash grabs.

With no audits, no transparency, and X users slamming their “poor value” tips, this isn’t a betting operation—it’s a subscription machine built on punters’ dreams.

While you chase winners, they’re cashing in on your fees—not their bets.

Don’t fall for the illusion. Demand proof their tips win, or walk away—because right now, the only guaranteed payout is theirs.

Point Blank: Rob Heneghan – Betting’s Andrew Tate, But Everything’s Rented

[Part 2 of a 3-part series on Pro Sports Advice]

Nobody sharp respects Rob Heneghan.

Not one real punter.

Not one judge.

Not one trader who’s seen a bookie’s back end.

Not one syndicate lad with a brain.

They don’t fear him. They don’t watch him.

They don’t even bother hating him.

He’s Barry Orr landing the Betfair gig—

fair play, good hustle,

still a clown.

A loud clown.

And loud’s all it takes now.

That’s the scam. In 2025, you don’t need to be good. You just need to be louder than the ones who are.

That’s Heneghan’s game.

He’s not betting’s future—he’s its Instagram filter.

No edge. No proof. Just ring lights and recycled hype.

Betting’s Andrew Tate—minus the cars, the balls, or the backbone.

All he’s got is the rented glow and a lens.

His empire’s not tips.

It’s traffic.

Reels over returns.

Odds-on booms cut for TikTok.

Tote arbs spun as genius.

And when the wins dry up?

Hoodies. €50 PSA drops, cult vibes, pure grift.

It’s so shameless it’s almost art.

He knows the play.

Every boom’s a TikTok edit.

Every cashout’s a stroke of brilliance.

“Most followed tipster in the world—explain?” gets parroted like it’s a flex.

Because followers are the new gold.

Not profit. Not results.

Just noise and numbers.

Wins get framed.

Losses get scrubbed.

The delete button replaced the record.

Call it out?

You’re a hater.

A jealous nobody.

A broke doubter.

Tate 101:

Surround yourself with believers,

peddle the fantasy,

bury the skeptics.

The yacht’s the tell.

Pinned post.

Rented for a day, sold as his.

“Not flexing,” he says, smirking on a boat he doesn’t own

for punters paying €30 a month to watch.

It’s all leased—

the yacht, the life, the cred.

A short-term con with no payoff.

Then the “betting” content.

Cover Bet’s his baby.

“Money back if second or third.”

Sounds cute.

But a 2/1 shot drops to 13/8.

That’s not safety—it’s a bookie’s margin in a shiny wrapper.

Perfect for TikTok, though.

Booms big.

Cashes loud.

Fools the scrollers while it bleeds the bankroll.

This isn’t teaching.

It’s reheated dopamine in betting drag.

And the endgame?

Merch.

€50 hoodies for the faithful.

Wear the logo of the guy rinsing you.

If the tips don’t win, the badge might.

Tate’s last trick:

Sell the identity, not the goods.

Turn punters into billboards.

The beauty’s in the dodge.

Criticism’s a boost.

Losses are content.

Doubts are clicks.

He doesn’t need to win—just scream when he does.

Rob Heneghan isn’t betting’s future.

He’s a filtered feed, a phantom edge—

propped up by punters too proud to admit they’ve been mugged.

And while you’re still footing his rent,

he’s cashing out on the next fool—

stacking your loyalty into a beachfront palace in Laytown,

built on sand and delusion.

He’s not a visionary.

He’s not feared.

He’s not even real.

Just another lad with a ring light,

a rented lie,

and no exit plan when the spotlight dies.

Part 3’s coming. You won’t like what’s next.

Point Blank: The Pro Sports Advice Files – Threats, Lies, and a Trail of Silence

Part 3 of 3: The Subscriber Testimonies PSA Doesn’t Want You To See

This isn’t my story. It’s theirs.
The punters who paid Pro Sports Advice (PSA).
Who bought the dream.
Who got burned.
And when they dared to speak—were silenced.

Part 1 exposed the money: €523,178 in profit while punters got nothing but a €95,275 car for the bosses. Part 2 unmasked Rob Heneghan: a TikTok personality with rented yachts, selling a lifestyle built on your losses. Now, Part 3 rips the curtain down.

This is testimony.
From 20 former subscribers.
Their words. Their screenshots. Their scars.

The Silenced: A Pattern of Fear
“I paid on a Friday. Blocked by Wednesday.”
“I asked why I was down £800. Banned. No reply.”
“They messaged me: ‘We have your full name—don’t make this worse for yourself.’ I haven’t bet since.”

These aren’t random complaints. They’re from 20 punters who reached out, strangers to each other, all with the same story. They weren’t banned for abuse. They were banned for asking questions.

Nor is this intimidation limited to subscribers. After publishing Parts 1 & 2, an industry source confirmed Rob Heneghan contacted them seeking my contact details, stating it would “save his lawyers and private detectives time.” The request was refused. It’s the same playbook he uses on punters: silence dissent at all costs.

The Tips: A Mirage of Value
The tips? A sham.
During the 2023 Cheltenham Festival, one punter lost €150 betting on three horses in the same race—per PSA’s advice. None placed. When they asked why, they were told, “Your fault for not understanding the staking plan.” Then muted.

Prices are a lie too. A 5/2 “winner” on TikTok was advised at 13/8. Each-way bets hyped as wins. Odds shift before you can bet.

The verdict from inside:
“He backs favorites, booms when one wins. Smoke and mirrors.”

The Stateside Reality
PSA openly boasts about “Stateside” as a premium service, but former subscribers tell a different story.

One member, sharing screenshots of unusable tips, revealed:
“It’s their cash cow, but worthless without a Bet365 account. Most races only have odds on 365, and they limit winners within days.”

Another was blunt:
“You need to stalk betting apps for 4-6 hours daily to catch these ‘tips’—they’re that random.”

The truth? PSA isn’t offering exclusive insight. They’re recycling a 25-year-old tactic: exploiting early international tote prices before markets correct. This isn’t proprietary knowledge—it’s basic arbitrage that any experienced US racing punter knows.

The real cost? Your Bet365 account. The bookmaker’s algorithms detect this activity fast:

  • 5-10 successful bets before limits hit
  • Complete account bans for consistent winners
  • No recourse when your edge evaporates

You’re not buying expert analysis. You’re renting a temporary loophole—one that sacrifices your betting future for PSA’s monthly fees.

Testimonial Bribes: Buying Silence
PSA offers refunds—but only if you sell your praise. Subscribers showed screenshots of PSA promising months of free tips in exchange for glowing video testimonials and positive Trustpilot reviews. These aren’t authentic endorsements; they’re purchased silence.

No Refunds, No Questions: The PSA Terms of Silence
PSA’s Terms of Service lay bare their philosophy:
“All payments are non-refundable unless otherwise stated.”

That exception never materializes. Dozens of subscribers reported identical experiences:

  • Blocked within days of questioning losses
  • Cut off from the service they paid for
  • Denied refunds without explanation

The legal red flag:
Under UK Consumer Contracts Regulations 2013, digital services must provide a 14-day cancellation window. PSA—an Irish company actively targeting UK punters—ignores this outright.

Their terms go further, mandating silence:

  • “No negative comments towards staff, other members, or comments that disparage the service.”
  • “Violations result in timeout or instant removal.”

In practice:

  • Question a losing streak? → Banned
  • Ask why odds changed? → Banned
  • Request promised refund? → Banned

No appeals process. No customer service. Just a Patreon/Discord blackhole where payments vanish and critics disappear.

This isn’t customer protection—it’s a financial gag order.

The Cost of the Rented Glow
Part 1 showed the €523,178 profit. Part 2 showed where it went. Part 3 shows what happens when you ask why.

Your €30, €50, €80 a month doesn’t buy tips. It buys:

  • Heneghan’s next yacht charter
  • Private plane bookings for “content trips”
  • TikTok ads targeting more marks

This isn’t a service. It’s a trap—and you’re the one caught in it.

And when you question it? You’re out. Silenced. Threatened.

Final Word
This is the method.
Ban the doubters. Bribe the believers. Hide the losses. Hype the wins.

Part 1 gave you the numbers. Part 2 gave you the man. Part 3 gives you the truth.

With claims of tens of thousands of subscribers and €523,178 in profit, PSA isn’t a bad apple—it’s a symptom of a rotten industry.

Nobody’s telling you what to do with your money.
But if someone you know is eyeing PSA for Aintree this week, show them this series.

Don’t fall for the glow—demand proof, or walk away.

Because once you’re in, you’re not a punter. You’re prey.

This isn’t betting. It’s theatre.
And no one claps at the end when they’re the one who paid for the lights.

2 Likes

A quick 4 minute spin in the helicopter to go to the course.

4 Likes

He’s some piece of shit.

2 Likes

Most annoying cunt on the internet

1 Like

A title hard earned

Where have all the BOG warriors gone?


What’s the low down on this pro sports chap? I see Icy came after him and was banned off twitter

Jesus there’s some simpletons out there giving that fool money.

1 Like

https://archive.ph/QnrC1

They’re getting quare bad publicity the last few days out of this.