I would not say that the Hub and I are superstitious. I’m pretty sure that superstitions like it’s unlucky to walk under a ladder came from a pot of paint being dropped on the head of whoever started it; and the thing about shoes on the table being unlucky came from the bloke whose mother gave him a good slap for putting dirty boots on her newly-cleaned surface.
But then there’s football. The Hub is so Man City-mad that most of our house is decorated in varying shades of blue. He once bought a red England shirt, wore it once, and had to give it away because it reminded him too much of the Salford team. He is not superstitious when watching a match, but today he refuses to listen to the City game on the radio, because if he does, they will lose. They can be winning 1-0 when he turns on the radio but will finish the match 2-1 down. It never fails.
I think I’ve mentioned this before: he says he supports two teams – City, and whoever United are playing. But when he’s watching United and supporting the other side, you can bet United will win. It got to such a point that the Hub fleetingly entertained the idea of supporting United in the hope of making them lose every game and being relegated; but he couldn’t do it even in fantasy: he felt nauseous at the thought.
Besides, he says you can’t cheat the football gods; they don’t like it and he doesn’t want to be avoiding ladders for the rest of his life.