Has finally been broken............

Im not by nature a superstitious man - the number 13 doesnt bother me,
neither do black cats or walking under ladders. The only thing I was
superstitious about was wearing my Celtic underpants (well they're boxers
really) on match days - it was just one big no-no - quite simply a `dont go
there' zone.....

I had received a pair of celtic boxers about 4 years ago - all grey with a
black band and the Celtic name along the front of the band. On some match
days I used to think, yeah, wear as much Celtic stuff as you can, so if they
were clean they were on! It was then I noticed a pattern emerging - every
game I wore them we played crap and either only drew or got beat. The last
straw was the day we lost the league to the huns at CP. Trust me, it wasnt
Dallas that cost us that game it was my underpants........

and from that day forward I vowed never to wear them on match day
again.........until today......

At Xmas I received not one but two pairs of Celtic boxers - the green tartan
all cotton ones - and very natty (and comfortable) they are too. But I was
still suspicious of the detrimental effect they might have on the team, and
carefully avoided them on match day.

This morning i woke up more tired than normal, a wee bit late for work, and
shoved on the nearest smalls, shirt and trousers I could find before
scuttling out the door. I had a shit morning at work and I rarely had a
moment to think about todays game. I tuned in to the webcast late , to find
we were already a goal down. Things werent going our way - we seemed to be
creating little and finding it hard to score. Then a horrible feeling of
dread hit me..........`was I wearing my Celtic underpants?'.......sitting in
my office, I undid my fly to have a peek (gawd knows what anyone walking by
would have thought), and lo and behold the green tartan boxers were there.
Shit I thought - thats us fecked.........

Half time came and we were still a goal down. I knew I had fecked up - it
was all my fault, we were about to lose 3 points all cos I hadnt avoided the
dreaded underpants. Thats it I thought, Ive got to get to the toilets to
take them off - nobody will notice if Im discreet..........and then Lubo
hits the back of the net! Unbelievable - Im now thinking do I still take
them off and hope we win?, or do I wait a wee while to see if we get the
second? Cue Henrik, who slots in number two and Im now rejoicing - followed
by number 3 from Hartson and Im doing a wee jig in my office. The curse is
well and truly broken!!!!

Then I find out that TJ has slotted in a penalty to give Killie a draw - and
I find myself the proud owner of a pair of LUCKY Celtic underpants!!

Im still not taking any chances with that old pair though............ ;-)

cheeers
Yogs    31/1/02