Monk hurdles his way across the ground for the Roosters.
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A little bit of superstition.
“Dinner time!”
“What’s for dinner?”
“Chicken.”
“WHAT! We can’t eat chicken today!”
“Why not?”
“The Roosters are playing tonight!”
“Shut up and eat your chicken, and take that stupid jersey off”
“But Mum, how can the Roosters win if I’m not wearing my jersey?”
“Take it off, and put it back on after dinner”
Sure enough, that night the Roosters were thrashed by the Rabbitohs.
Could my family having chicken for dinner have affected the outcome of the match?
Could the removing of my jersey for five minutes before kickoff send the football world into a horrible downward spiral which would end the Roosters season before it even began?
Does the eating of a lettuce and tomato sandwich make Nathan Merritt falter before leaping into the air to catch a bomb?
Should all Roosters fans be chicken free on game day?
Of course any normal person would shake their head at someone who cleans the house through before every game, or cries sitting in the gutter while their team plays Storm in torrential rain, or vomits their food back up because someone didn’t tell them there was chicken in that meal. Are footy fans so obsessive that we believe that something as simple as our diet be the downfall of our team?
Why do so many fans, players and coaches have these little match day rituals? Whether it be something as simple as listening to a particular song before a game, or having a certain meal before a game. Also, why do they find it a necessity to ‘perform’ these rituals before or during a game. Is it dedication to a club? Or are we just so desperate to feel like we are part of the ‘team’ that we alter our lifestyles to feel connected to the club?
Honestly, I have no idea, but the idea of not being a part of my club scares me. I have been a diehard Roosters supporter for my whole life, and I just don’t know any other way. Nowadays it seems as though I implement my ‘superstitions’ and ‘game-day rituals’ without hesitation. I’m not sure how it is for other NRL fans, but during the season, it seems like those 26 weeks (and the finals if I’m lucky) is one massive routine.
My biggest routine is one that only happens when I am at a game. Whenever I go to a Roosters game, I associate what I am eating/drinking with the way the Roosters perform. This can be observed by my performance at the Roosters vs Tigers game at the SFS.
At the start of the game I had one packet of BBQ Pringles (if you lick your lips at the sight of the word "pringles", don’t worry, it only means you’re human). I ate half of them up in the first 20 minutes of the game. What did my Roosters have to show for it i hear you ask? Well, they were up 8-0.
As I passed the pringles to my Tigers (or as i like to call them ‘Tigpies’
friend, I felt a change in the weather, and soon enough, the Tigpies were in to score. After the try I turned to him to take back the pringles, but sure enough they were all gone.
For the rest of the first half, I managed to hold the Tigpies off from scoring with my combination of Light and Tangy thins and orange juice. However, when I put the packet on the ground to have the final sip of my juice, my Tigpies supporting friend lunged for it, like a Magpie swooping for a shiny object, or a Tiger chasing down its prey. And Before I knew it, it was half-time and the thins were empty.
Throughout the second half, I was trying to keep my Roosters on track, trying everything that I could. Jelly beans, a different flavour of pringles (licking your lips again I see) and a different drink, however it was obvious that I didn’t succeed. My Roosters went down that day, and I blame it on not putting a lock on my pringles and not keeping my thins in my bag.
While some people would laugh at the depths of what might seem like severe ‘superstition-itus’, it doesn’t bother me. You see the next Roosters game I attend, I will bring two packets of Grilled BBQ Pringles, Light and Tangy Chips and two bottles of Orange Juice.
Guess who will be laughing then?
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