Sports betting for me always brings to mind dull smoke-filled rooms crowded with middle-aged men staring intently at a television screen, silently willing their horses to win and then tossing the losing betting slips aside.

For my father, it would probably be a memory of a packed racecourse back in England, his binoculars draped around his neck and bookmakers shouting out the odds. For my children, it’s most likely to be a bunch of people standing around at a party furiously prodding at the screens on their smartphones.