In the season we won the league in 2012 I got tickets for the QPR game the day we'd lost to arsenal, baloteli got sent off and we got written off. In the game v Chelsea Nasri scored the moment I popped into the kitchen to get a cup of tea. I then spent the rest of the games sitting at the kitchen table nervously watching the clock whilst the game was on telly in the other room (if televised). It seemed to work so I continued. I then made my way to the qpr game. Was a bag of nerves. 2-1 down can't describe the horror. A middle aged couple next to me (she was in floods of tears) left. I sensed my moment, I'd jinxed the whole thing. I walked out. We scored two goals. BOOM. WE WON THE LEAGUE. This year we lost at at anfield. That evening I get offered tickets for the last game of the season as before in 2012. I decided I had to replicate my 2012 ritual and we might have a chance. I haven't watched a single game since. Sat in the kitchen watching the clock. I almost wavered when persuading myself that watching the palace Liverpool game didn't count. They went three nil up. I made my way to the kitchen and when I checked the result, 3-3! I rushed to tell my wife and deadpan she turns to me and says, 'don't tell me, it's because You stopped watching the telly and went into the kitchen' (with that look of disdain). Seriously - I'm going on Sunday and I promise, if we are 1-0 down on 87 minutes, like in 2012 I will not hesitate in leaving the ground in the interests of superstition. My wife thinks I need help.
