The real reason for our losing streak is ....

[The Crab]

The bad run is my fault. I did a deal with the King of the Potato People that if my lad's dog didn't die I'd accept either (a) the Blades not beating Walsall or (b) our house purchase falling through.

The dog survived but the Potato King is an evil bastard. The house deal did collapse and not only did the Blades lose 4-1 but haven't won since then either. What we all need to do is get hold of a spud each, cut it into chip shapes and fry the shit out of it. That should lift the curse; no problem.


Oh, and 8lade. Don't be too picky at your age, OK? When you're 60 you will have disturbing dreams about 50 year old women offering you a bit of cheeky fun. Trust me; I know.

You don't do deals with the Potato King, the Potato King does deals with you. I learnt this the hard way when I sold him a Lada Riva many years ago.

 

[Good Pinch Of Snuff]

the real reason is my missis washed my pants !

 

[Dellas Cowboys]

on a match day morning, if I've got something red I put it on, T-shirt, socks, pants whatever as some sort of low level support / colours as I haven't bought a replica shirt since the late 80's. I haven't always got something but it always made me feel like I was pushing my luck if I didn't have something. Anyway, well into our winning streak this season I decided that the wearing something red thing was obviously total bollocks after a string of good results without me wearing anything red.

I shall be wearing something red for the Wimbledon game!

 

[georgebernardshaw]

Magpies are the key to this - if you see a magpie, touch your forelock and say "Good Morning, Mr.Magpie" to ward off bad luck. Two magpies are better.......

 

[bladesadviser]

I am a season ticket holder but can't make midweek games due to the distance so therefore I have not seen us lose this season. (also went to Southend away) Thats why I do not want any more midweek home games as I am sure that is the problem

 

[Lmaobob]

I honestly believe that the players' boots have such a big impact on their performance. Duffy changed his boots a few weeks back and played poorly. I tweeted him telling me to change his boots back to his old ones.... he liked the tweet and then the next game he wore the old boots and played immense. He changed his boots yet again against Fleetwood and played piss poor.... Freeman changed his boots, so did Billy.... they all played poor. I think it is the boots.

 

[Grappler]

My friend, you need help. The first thing is to accept what is wrong with you. You are superstitious. You've denied it in your first sentence, but everything that follows it disproves that.

Now, there's nothing wrong with being superstitious. Mankind has been superstitious from the beginning of time and many still are. But it's a form of protection. It's a sign of insecurity. As that great philosopher, Stevie Wonder, once wrote, "when you believe in things that you don't understand, then you suffer. Superstition ain't the way".

In many ways it's similar to religion. Because religion is founded on the same insecurities. It's for people who feel vulnerable, insecure and in awe of the world around them. They seek to make sense of it, to belong to groups of people who share the same fears and insecurities, and turn that into hopes and expectations instead. They are given the most ridiculous, stupid, far-fetched things to believe in, and their leaders tell them that if they want to be secure they must believe in these things. As their faith builds it is possible to get them to believe in even more ridiculously far-fetched things. In fact, the more ridiculous and far-fetched something is, the more they are inclined to believe in it, because it's seen as a test of faith. At the extreme end of religion, leaders are able to command their followers to commit acts which make them more insecure than if they had never taken religion up in the first place! That's how crazy it is. To make this all feasible in the feeble minds of followers - all religions invent some superior form of being - one which cannot be proven or disproven. They call this superior being "God" and provide no details about him (or her) or it. There is no evidence whatsoever to support any notion that any God exists, but once again, it's a case of, "you just have to believe in it", even though there isn't the slightest basis of evidence to support it. If we take the origins of our Universe, science has proven that many of the teachings about the same are complete nonsense. But even proof cannot overcome what some people choose to believe.

So, given all that my friend, there is nothing that anyone can say to you to convince you otherwise - and it's almost a complete waste of time trying. If you want to believe that something you said led to an outcome that in no way could possibly be linked then you are a very superstitious person and ideal material for being recruited into some religious sect.

Having said all that...

I do know what you mean. These thoughts have also crossed my mind in the past, but I'm intelligent and secure enough to dismiss them. In fact, it's not even down to intelligence, it's more about "life-experience". When I was about 14 years old and started taking an interest in girls, there was this girl in the year above me at school. Her name was Jennifer Wall. She was, in my eyes, an absolute stunning beauty of a girl. She had long blond hair, big blue eyes, a very pretty face and a supermodel figure. She used wear tight fitting tops that accentuated her large and shapely bosom. And she wore short black mini-skirts and knee length boots. I had never wanted a girl so much as her. I really couldn't stop thinking about her, although I knew, in reality, that I'd probably never ever have that pleasure. Rather than just admit to myself that a young spotty jerk like me was never going to pull a bird like that, I set myself a test. I convinced myself, when I got off the school bus, if I could get to the next lamp post before the school bus came past me I would definitely end up shagging Jennifer Wall.

Every day, for weeks, I got off the school bus and sprinted like a mad dog (like Matty Done actually) up the road to try and beat the bus. On most occasions the bus beat me, but there were a few occasions when I beat the bus. I remember giving that lamp post a victory slap when I achieved it. Other kids would stare at me gone out as the bus went past, wondering what the bloody hell had got into me to make me want to sprint like that to the next lamp post every day. But, they didn't know about this secret plan I had to be with Ms Wall.

I continued to race the school bus for several months and notched up many victories. But, I am still waiting for my opportunity with Ms Wall all these years later.

What I believed in was a total irrelevance. Unrelated and unable to influence a totally different event.

A bit like what you believe in. But, if it gives you pleasure then why not?

"...When I was about 14 years old and started taking an interest in girls...."

late starter then........

 

[Grappler]

My friend, you need help. The first thing is to accept what is wrong with you. You are superstitious. You've denied it in your first sentence, but everything that follows it disproves that.

Now, there's nothing wrong with being superstitious. Mankind has been superstitious from the beginning of time and many still are. But it's a form of protection. It's a sign of insecurity. As that great philosopher, Stevie Wonder, once wrote, "when you believe in things that you don't understand, then you suffer. Superstition ain't the way".

In many ways it's similar to religion. Because religion is founded on the same insecurities. It's for people who feel vulnerable, insecure and in awe of the world around them. They seek to make sense of it, to belong to groups of people who share the same fears and insecurities, and turn that into hopes and expectations instead. They are given the most ridiculous, stupid, far-fetched things to believe in, and their leaders tell them that if they want to be secure they must believe in these things. As their faith builds it is possible to get them to believe in even more ridiculously far-fetched things. In fact, the more ridiculous and far-fetched something is, the more they are inclined to believe in it, because it's seen as a test of faith. At the extreme end of religion, leaders are able to command their followers to commit acts which make them more insecure than if they had never taken religion up in the first place! That's how crazy it is. To make this all feasible in the feeble minds of followers - all religions invent some superior form of being - one which cannot be proven or disproven. They call this superior being "God" and provide no details about him (or her) or it. There is no evidence whatsoever to support any notion that any God exists, but once again, it's a case of, "you just have to believe in it", even though there isn't the slightest basis of evidence to support it. If we take the origins of our Universe, science has proven that many of the teachings about the same are complete nonsense. But even proof cannot overcome what some people choose to believe.

So, given all that my friend, there is nothing that anyone can say to you to convince you otherwise - and it's almost a complete waste of time trying. If you want to believe that something you said led to an outcome that in no way could possibly be linked then you are a very superstitious person and ideal material for being recruited into some religious sect.

Having said all that...

I do know what you mean. These thoughts have also crossed my mind in the past, but I'm intelligent and secure enough to dismiss them. In fact, it's not even down to intelligence, it's more about "life-experience". When I was about 14 years old and started taking an interest in girls, there was this girl in the year above me at school. Her name was Jennifer Wall. She was, in my eyes, an absolute stunning beauty of a girl. She had long blond hair, big blue eyes, a very pretty face and a supermodel figure. She used wear tight fitting tops that accentuated her large and shapely bosom. And she wore short black mini-skirts and knee length boots. I had never wanted a girl so much as her. I really couldn't stop thinking about her, although I knew, in reality, that I'd probably never ever have that pleasure. Rather than just admit to myself that a young spotty jerk like me was never going to pull a bird like that, I set myself a test. I convinced myself, when I got off the school bus, if I could get to the next lamp post before the school bus came past me I would definitely end up shagging Jennifer Wall.

Every day, for weeks, I got off the school bus and sprinted like a mad dog (like Matty Done actually) up the road to try and beat the bus. On most occasions the bus beat me, but there were a few occasions when I beat the bus. I remember giving that lamp post a victory slap when I achieved it. Other kids would stare at me gone out as the bus went past, wondering what the bloody hell had got into me to make me want to sprint like that to the next lamp post every day. But, they didn't know about this secret plan I had to be with Ms Wall.

I continued to race the school bus for several months and notched up many victories. But, I am still waiting for my opportunity with Ms Wall all these years later.

What I believed in was a total irrelevance. Unrelated and unable to influence a totally different event.

A bit like what you believe in. But, if it gives you pleasure then why not?

Hey Jennifer.......hey Jen!

What?

Have you read this on the forum?

No, what is it?

Well, you remember that dozy lad at school, the one who used to sprint alongside the bus on the way home?

Yes, what about him?

Do you know why he was sprinting.................

 

[Davalon]

All about the turnstile choice. FACT.

 

[Blade for Sale]

Magpies are the key to this - if you see a magpie, touch your forelock and say "Good Morning, Mr.Magpie" to ward off bad luck. Two magpies are better.......

Do not try this. I did once and was told in no uncertain terms to "hadaway an shite or all kick ya fuckin' heed in"

 

[BushBlade]

Do not try this. I did once and was told in no uncertain terms to "hadaway an shite or all kick ya fuckin' heed in"

Yep, last time I tried it the magpie punched a horse.

 

[georgebernardshaw]

Yep, last time I tried it the magpie punched a horse.

I think you may have come across a renegade magpie there.

 

[BushBlade]

I think you may have come across a renegade magpie there.

No, a lot of them are like that, especially when then get the ale down them. It's almost impossible to tell what they're saying most of the time.

 

[georgebernardshaw]

No, a lot of them are like that, especially when then get the ale down them. It's almost impossible to tell what they're saying most of the time.

How true, I've met some pretty decent magpies, but they can be absolute bastards when under the influence.

 

[I should coco]

No, a lot of them are like that, especially when then get the ale down them. It's almost impossible to tell what they're saying most of the time.

Mick Roberston liked his ale but Jenny Handley was always all right (schoolboy crush and all that).

 

[Grey Blade]

So hands up, what have you done wrong?

After the Southend game, in a state of euphoria, I visited the Tate Modern optimistically hoping to find something that could be described as art. I didn't!

However I did find a red and white striped T shirt (half price) which I bought and subsequently wore at Walsall, then Gillingham (thought about not wearing it again) but against my better judgement wore it against Fleetwood.

So it's all my fault

 

[BushBlade]

After the Southend game, in a state of euphoria, I visited the Tate Modern optimistically hoping to find something that could be described as art. I didn't!

However I did find a red and white striped T shirt (half price) which I bought and subsequently wore it Walsall, then Gillingham (thought about not wearing it again) but against my better judgement wore at against Fleetwood.

So it's all my fault

Not a dig at you Gray but this is the second comment about the Tate that I've read, criticising it.

So let me be clear on this. The Tate Modern is for modern art. The clue is in the name. If one doesn't like modern art, it is a waste of time going. Try the Tate Britain as that's the one with the fucking paintings in.
Or try any of the other hundreds of attractions in London.
But don't go to the Tate Modern and complain it's full of modern fucking art.

 

[Rufus Smalls]

All about the turnstile choice. FACT.

Bang on Dav !! you odd or even ????

 

[Grappler]

Mick Roberston liked his ale but Jenny Handley was always all right (schoolboy crush and all that).

Susan Stranks originally, who was, I think, the first kids TV presenter to continually appear on our screens at 4.45pm without a bra on!

 

[Blade56]

I consider myself to be a fairly pragmatic person. I'm not religious. I don't do superstition. I don't believe in good luck charms or curses.

.... except (and I suspect this is fairly common?), when it comes to football results.

Don't ask me why, I know it's bullshit, but somethings just feel true. If you're like me you just *know* our current losing streak is down to you doing (or more likely: not doing) something! So come on, hands up, who didn't take a lucky shit/wear their lucky shirt/attended for the first time in months/etc? What have YOU done to upset the footballing gods?

I know it's my fault because I never predict us winning immediately prior to a match (I've found the closest I'm allowed to get away with is asking the kids what the score will be and agreeing with them. If I predict a score or even a win before a game, all bets are off! I never bet on our games for this exact reason!).

Prior to the Walsall game I had a moment. I casually mentioned to someone that we were due to spank a team, as we'd been dominating games against some teams but not getting the big score lines. The second I said it I regretted it, immediately said "I shouldn't have said that" and joked "watch us get a hiding now!". Yes, the football gods were pissing themselves that afternoon!

So hands up, what have you done wrong?

Curse of Manager of the month usually gives a few bad results. God knows what Manager of the season is going to bring

 

[Snowman]

Oh, and 8lade. Don't be too picky at your age, OK? When you're 60 you will have disturbing dreams about 50 year old women offering you a bit of cheeky fun. Trust me; I know.[/QUOTE]

I must be lucky. I'm still getting the 40 year olds in my dreams.

Magpies are the key to this - if you see a magpie, touch your forelock and say "Good Morning, Mr.Magpie" to ward off bad luck. Two magpies are better.......

The full mantra according to my deceased mate Red Leader Robbie Doggie was "Morning Mr Magpie, how's you lady wife? BITCH!" This could be where you are going wrong?

Bang on Dav !! you odd or even ????

Can't add up to that unlucky number so 67 is out and in addition the first number has to be greater than the second number to signify a home win say...6 - 5.

 

[gavtheblade]

I consider myself to be a fairly pragmatic person. I'm not religious. I don't do superstition. I don't believe in good luck charms or curses.

.... except (and I suspect this is fairly common?), when it comes to football results.

Don't ask me why, I know it's bullshit, but somethings just feel true. If you're like me you just *know* our current losing streak is down to you doing (or more likely: not doing) something! So come on, hands up, who didn't take a lucky shit/wear their lucky shirt/attended for the first time in months/etc? What have YOU done to upset the footballing gods?

I know it's my fault because I never predict us winning immediately prior to a match (I've found the closest I'm allowed to get away with is asking the kids what the score will be and agreeing with them. If I predict a score or even a win before a game, all bets are off! I never bet on our games for this exact reason!).

Prior to the Walsall game I had a moment. I casually mentioned to someone that we were due to spank a team, as we'd been dominating games against some teams but not getting the big score lines. The second I said it I regretted it, immediately said "I shouldn't have said that" and joked "watch us get a hiding now!". Yes, the football gods were pissing themselves that afternoon!

So hands up, what have you done wrong?

The triple assault season I had what I thought was a bottle of lucky shower gel!!
Started using it around Christmas time and every time I showered in it on match day we would win,it became a rolling joke with friends and family and the pub locals.
When we got to Cardiff against wolves,I decided to shower twice, once in the morning, and when getting ready to go out for the game(on holiday in sunny chapel st Leonards)
The rest is history, and I bet that today,the bottle of shower gel is still in the same place as I threw the fucker. In chalet no:44 's gutter at King's oak holiday park!!!

 

[georgebernardshaw]

The full mantra according to my deceased mate Red Leader Robbie Doggie was "Morning Mr Magpie, how's you lady wife? BITCH!" This could be where you are going wrong?



Errr, yes possibly, but was that what got your mate the chop?

 

[Snowman]

The full mantra according to my deceased mate Red Leader Robbie Doggie was "Morning Mr Magpie, how's you lady wife? BITCH!" This could be where you are going wrong?



Errr, yes possibly, but was that what got your mate the chop?

Can't really blame the birds. They stood the insults for nigh on 20 years. The more rational and scientific explanation involved cigarettes and alcohol.

 

[Davalon]

Bang on Dav !! you odd or even ????

Start furthest left and only move to the next right after a defeat. Had to go through a random one against Gillingham due to faulty tickets in front. All gone to pot since.

 

[Kosky]

Have to admit I may have jinxed us in the previous three games. I have a football coat however at Walsall and the two following home games, Gillingham and Fleetwood I wore differnent coats. Today I returned to the usual football coat. And well we all know what happened!
Sorry
UTB

 

[Isar]

Apparently the real reason is here, and it was so exciting.
http://www.s24su.com/forum/index.php?threads/anyone-else-heard.52025/page-8

 

[Punk Blade]

It usually comes down to what I wear. I finally managed to dig out my Blades hat for the Gills game after looking for it for weeks. Dropped points, so I thought ditch the hat, but then couldn't be bothered layering up with my current season shirt on top, so put my first Adidas shirt under a jumper and big coat for Fleetwood.

Can't explain Walsall.

I reverted to current season home shirt over a few layers, with non-Blades hat.

My mum started singing GCB at kick off again.

We did our bit.

Also the players were much better so we should give them some credit too.