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it's AFL Grand Final time

More obscure sports advice. Well, it's obscure in the UK, but it certainly isn't in southern Australia.

Here's the Betfair betting guide on Aussie Rules footy.

If you fancy waking up at 5am for the climax of the AFL season, it's worth trading. Firstly - Aussies can't bet online during a match. So they have to phone up to place a bet, meaning liquidity is quite thin. This means you can put up a market at 107% and be front of the queue rather than 101% like in most other sports. The game can have massive swings, it's not uncommon for teams to go on four or five goal runs, and then concede similar. The wind can play a part, but teams change ends at the end of each quarter to keep it fair.

It's a great sport for in-play betting, possibly the best because of the high scoring and potential for big swings.

My tip, Geelong by about 30pts. I won't be trading it because I'll be at the pub from 4.30am celebrating 'our national day' with fellow Aussies in London!

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