whenever i go in the car with mates we have various superstitions.
we always meet at a set place, and always get breakfast from a local bakery, starbucks and occasionally mcd's.
on the way up, we stop at a service station, spend untold amounts on sweets, drinks, papers and magazines.
then we always aim for a specific chinese on george street, can never remember the name, but it's good.
and my mates dad gets a pin for every game.
not guaranteed to mean victory, but it's only messed up for villareal and portsmouth so far!