I am not a betting man but prior to finals week of MasterChef: The Professionals, I decided to have a flutter at my local bookies and put some money down on who I felt was going to be crowned this year’s winner. Having watched and scrutinised each episode, I was pretty sure that it was going to be Mark S, as he became known. Throughout the competition, time after time, he simply nailed each challenge. Albeit in a slightly aloof and emotionless way; like a cooking robot machine. It seemed pretty obvious to me that he was going to win.
But then I had second thoughts and began to consider Nick. That big, bad, bouncing ball of fun who smashed it all the time with his pastry skills. So I put a bet on him too. As a backup plan. However, my mind began to meander some more and suddenly chirpy Londoner Scott came into view, who, as the series progressed, just got stronger and stronger. And bang, another tenner was slid across the counter. I had barely made it to the door when the devils on my shoulders started whispering ‘Danilo. What about Danilo?’ and they had a point. The quiet Italian had been quietly hammering away after all, with modern twists on his traditional cuisine. Yep, it would be worth sticking one on him. Just in case.
Which left me with Mark H, a rank outsider who actually is a very good chef. Some of the plates of food he dished up looked wonderful, worthy of leading him towards the top. He had just made a couple of mistakes along the way. As such, I popped into another bookies down the road and completed my messy round up of speculative gambling. It didn’t matter then as to who would take the crown, at least I would win something. And after spending a grand total of £50, I won £22.50 back.
Like I said, I am not a betting man.
Of course, we all now know the end result (if you still don’t, stay tuned until the end of this piece) but it was a very close competition and it would have been foolish to pick someone at the start of the week. Everyone had a wobble and it was neck and neck throughout, but who kept their nerve for the final furlong, to get their head first past the post? Let’s find out and stop all this horse racing horlicks right now.