Superstitions. They’re a load of old nonsense really aren’t they? I think so, though I had my fingers crossed as I said that so it doesn’t count.
After the first break of day two of the UKIPT Newcastle, I’d gone from table chip leader to short stack, having won one pot (despite countless attempts), and that being a squeeze preflop which got through.
So when I returned to my seat determined to spin up my last 12 big blinds, a shiny gold coin under my seat felt like a sign.