No winner of life changing Lotto jackpot, but over 99,000 players win prizes

No lucky Lotto player managed to scoop the massive multi-million Lotto jackpot on Saturday, but tens of thousands of people still snapped prizes.
While there was no winner of the Lotto jackpot, worth a life changing €7,420,497, in total, over 99,000 players won prizes in the Lotto and Lotto Plus draws.
In the main Lotto draw, 20 players managed to scoop up a €1,647 prize. The winning numbers were: 20, 32, 33, 44, 46, 47 and the bonus 42. There were also 90 winners of the Raffle Prize each receiving €500. The winning raffle code was: 1090.
There was also no winner of the Lotto Plus 1 top prize, worth €1 million, but many players also snagged prizes. The winning numbers were: 3, 8, 9, 26, 30, 33 and the bonus 45.
No one managed to win the Lotto Plus 2 top prize either, but once again, many players scooped prizes. The winning numbers were: 7, 11, 13, 14, 21, 45 and the bonus 2.
Meanwhile, hours after an Irish punter claimed the top prize of €500,000 in Friday night's EuroMillions Plus draw, a lucky Lotto player has scooped an even bigger reward in Saturday's Daily Million draw.
The hunt is now for the holder of the lucky ticket, who will claim a whopping €1 million after matching all six numbers in Saturday's draw.
The winning numbers were 2, 9, 12, 16, 28 and 29 and the bonus number was 5, with over 900 players also winning prizes ranging from €3 to €500.
The lucky winner now has 90 days to claim their prize from Lotto chiefs, before they turn the winnings over to promote the National Lottery, which in turn will increase the funds raised for Good Causes.
If you're holding the winning ticket, be sure to contact the National Lottery prize claims team on 1800 666 222 or email claims@lottery.ie to arrange the collection of your prize.

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