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I don't consider myself to be superstitious, but I do the saluting magpies thing (not terribly easy on a motorbike - have to do it left handed, which would make any CPO scream bloody murder ), and I touch wood (the unpainted underside, if possible), and I always try and put all my clothes on right side first i.e. right foot, right leg, right arm etc. These are now so ingrained, I'd class them as habits rather than superstitions - I don't have a massive panic if I don't or can't do any of them, I just go "oh, well," and carry on.
The only area I am superstitious, and I would think a lot of people are the same, is when it applies to sports. I always used to have to have a pastie in the football ground before a match, because I'd had one once, and we'd won against the odds. It sort of worked for a bit, too, but it had to be a hot cornish pasty from in the ground - a Ginster's bought from elsewhere wouldn't do (as I found out on an awayday trip to Goodison Park ).
Also, I can't take any form of celebratory post-match goods when I'm playing, because I did that for the first match of my managerial career at university, and we got whopped 4-0. Never took lager again, and in the return fixture we stuffed them back 7-0. Ended the season 3rd, and with a cup semi-final as well!
And I never used to be able to watch footie on TV, because the team I wanted to win ALWAYS lost. As a result, I ended up listening to the '87 FA Cup Final on the radio. Which turned out all right - IN YOUR FACE YOU LILLYWHITES!
When I said I wasn't superstitious, it seems I was lying.
(can you say Garry Mabbut's knee? I thought you could!)
The only area I am superstitious, and I would think a lot of people are the same, is when it applies to sports. I always used to have to have a pastie in the football ground before a match, because I'd had one once, and we'd won against the odds. It sort of worked for a bit, too, but it had to be a hot cornish pasty from in the ground - a Ginster's bought from elsewhere wouldn't do (as I found out on an awayday trip to Goodison Park ).
Also, I can't take any form of celebratory post-match goods when I'm playing, because I did that for the first match of my managerial career at university, and we got whopped 4-0. Never took lager again, and in the return fixture we stuffed them back 7-0. Ended the season 3rd, and with a cup semi-final as well!
And I never used to be able to watch footie on TV, because the team I wanted to win ALWAYS lost. As a result, I ended up listening to the '87 FA Cup Final on the radio. Which turned out all right - IN YOUR FACE YOU LILLYWHITES!
When I said I wasn't superstitious, it seems I was lying.
(can you say Garry Mabbut's knee? I thought you could!)