happyhippy
Well-Known Member
Look it's like this.
Years ago when sufclucy was tiny, and we were away at Ipswich, and I was studying alongside sufclucy's Mummy, I couldn't get to the away match in midweek. It tipped it down with snow, but the curse was starting to gather momentum.
It's the 'still at home and pouring a drink' curse. I mistimed getting a drink, and as I poured myself a drink,
Ipswich scored.
Then some mates turned up. As I poured their drinks,
Ipswich scored.
sufclucy needed some milk (she was only five months old at the time), and as I made her milk up, and poured it ......
Ipswich scored.
We lost 3-2 (Franz Carr scored from about 4 miles out that night), and I always blamed myself. Whenever I pour a drink and I'm not at the match, a goal goes against us.
Away to Wolves, 2-0 up in injury time, and absolutely knackered and dehydrated through cooking for several hours, I thought I could get away with it. I made a drink. Before my coffee spoon had left the cup, Wolves had a penalty, which was despatched. Thinking I'd beaten the curse, I scoffed, but within a minute De Wolf, who had scored the penalty, looped a header over Kelly.
The curse of the "HH drink" had struck again. It happens every time. You'd think I'd have learnt by now.
Tonight, while waiting for an ebay auction to end, I didn't get a drink before the start of the second half. I risked it, and I asked Mrs HH "What happens when I take a drink during the match, and I'm not in the ground?". It was derided as superstitious poppycock.
I'd not even got out of the kitchen as the equaliser went in.
So, to all and sundry, my profuse apologies. I buggered up your away day.
I just wish her stunned silence would last a lot longer. Like about 8 years.
Years ago when sufclucy was tiny, and we were away at Ipswich, and I was studying alongside sufclucy's Mummy, I couldn't get to the away match in midweek. It tipped it down with snow, but the curse was starting to gather momentum.
It's the 'still at home and pouring a drink' curse. I mistimed getting a drink, and as I poured myself a drink,
Ipswich scored.
Then some mates turned up. As I poured their drinks,
Ipswich scored.
sufclucy needed some milk (she was only five months old at the time), and as I made her milk up, and poured it ......
Ipswich scored.
We lost 3-2 (Franz Carr scored from about 4 miles out that night), and I always blamed myself. Whenever I pour a drink and I'm not at the match, a goal goes against us.
Away to Wolves, 2-0 up in injury time, and absolutely knackered and dehydrated through cooking for several hours, I thought I could get away with it. I made a drink. Before my coffee spoon had left the cup, Wolves had a penalty, which was despatched. Thinking I'd beaten the curse, I scoffed, but within a minute De Wolf, who had scored the penalty, looped a header over Kelly.
The curse of the "HH drink" had struck again. It happens every time. You'd think I'd have learnt by now.
Tonight, while waiting for an ebay auction to end, I didn't get a drink before the start of the second half. I risked it, and I asked Mrs HH "What happens when I take a drink during the match, and I'm not in the ground?". It was derided as superstitious poppycock.
I'd not even got out of the kitchen as the equaliser went in.
So, to all and sundry, my profuse apologies. I buggered up your away day.
I just wish her stunned silence would last a lot longer. Like about 8 years.