Point Blank: You Can Kill the Account, Not the Truth

Part 3 published: 19:50 yesterday

Account suspended: 11:09 this morning

Official reason: Ban evasion

Reality: Narrative evasion

Yesterday evening, I published the third and final part of a trilogy of articles investigating Pro Sports Advice—a so-called tipping service built on marketing, intimidation, and smoke and mirrors.

The series laid out, in detail, how the operation works:

How it bends perception through social proof: with video reviews offered in exchange for refunds, public wins paraded while private losses are buried, and tweets showcasing profits with no context on staking or full records.

How it conceals its real results: by running multiple services but only displaying one selective P/L, excluding Stateside bets (which one subscriber called “random and impossible to follow without Bet365”), and pushing high-stakes staking plans no average punter can realistically follow.

And how it leans on silence, NDAs, and reputation damage to keep subscribers from speaking out: with threats made over Telegram, refund demands tied to silence, and even a direct quote from Rob Heneghan saying he had “a guy who can get accounts closed down.”

Part 3 was the full stop.

The testimonies. The details. The terms of service turned against them.

And within 15 hours of that article going live, my account was suspended.

Let’s be clear about something: I don’t covet a 26,000-follower account.

You think I need that number beside my name?

I’ve built it up from scratch five times. Each time, the voice got louder. Each time, the reach got bigger.

That wasn’t an accident. That was inevitability.

But what happened today wasn’t accidental either. It was a smart, calculated move—I'll give them that.

Part 3 of the Pro Sports Advice Files dropped last night like a hammer:

First-hand testimony backed by screenshots.

Accounts from paying subscribers who felt misled, threatened, or flat-out ignored.

Quotes straight from PSA's own terms, weaponised against them.

A breakdown of the Stateside service—useless without Bet365, which most can’t access.

The Cheltenham Platinum Pack laid bare: 17 favourites, 8 second-favourites, one outsider. A staking plan so bloated it needs €4,000 just to break even if they all win.

And then—just over 15 hours later—my account was gone.

And a message landed from someone who’d spoken to Rob Heneghan on the phone:

“He said to me on the phone that ‘he had a guy’ that can get accounts closed down.”

That’s the level.

They didn’t deny the facts.

They didn’t issue a rebuttal.

They didn’t engage.

They just had a guy.

They think they’ve made a power move.

They think they’ve bought themselves time.

They think silencing me before the Aintree subs dry up is how you win.

But I don’t play by Aintree week timelines.

I don’t build around one big push and then disappear.

And if they think this ends with a suspension email—they’ve misunderstood the rules of engagement.

Because today wasn’t the end of something.

It was the start of something permanent.

I’m not going anywhere.

The truth’s not going anywhere.

And God fucking help them trying to win a war with me.

I’m no longer on X.

I’m not asking for money.

Just share this on X and show the bastards who controls the narrative.