THERE'S something very odd about the Horns being clear at the top of the league. It's surreal, brilliant and a bit bonkers - like writing to Santa for a flame-thrower and actually getting a flame-thrower, not some Star Wars pants (it's 20 years since Father Christmas made that delivery and I'm still bitter).

Running away at the top of the tree hasn't happened that often for Watford supporters in the past, and ironically the last time in recent memory that it did happen, the scrumpy gargling pirate types of Bristol City were breathing down our necks then too.
 
So while we're plonked on the top and winning every game, we all have a duty to look at everything in our lives that might be causing Watford luck. Now I'm not for a second suggesting that the team aren't earning every win they get, but at the same time if you haven't washed your Watford shirt since that Leicester defeat, not only are you slightly smelly, that shirt is now officially lucky. Don't you dare let even a splash of Persil go anywhere near that thing!
 
Personally, I'm looking into several avenues in my life that could be causing this run of good form for Watford. That burger I ate on the way to the Hull game, that could be lucky (I'll be eating from that van for every other game this season just in case, and hence will probably look fatter than a rhino in the red away shirt by May). That turnstile I mooched through at Coventry: lucky, lucky, lucky. It was the first on the left, every turnstile I ever go through again will now be the first on the left.
 

All this might sound barking, but during our last promotion campaign my car was nearly involved in a nasty car accident involving a lucky Asian man in a big lucky yellow car. It was on the way to Portman Road, we all survived, Watford got a shock win against Ipswich, and from that point on, I decided Asian men in yellow cars were luckier than a four leaved clover caught in a horse shoe. And it might have been mad, but it was right. Not only was I nearly run over by an Asian chap in a yellow car outside Selhurst Park on my way to the 0-3 play-off gem at Palace, I was stuck on the M4 next to an entire yellow coach of frustrated Asians on the way to the Millennium Stadium. They were so lucky poor Leeds never stood a chance.
 
Conclusive proof then I think you'll agree, that no matter how daft the lucky omen is, lucky they are. So please keep wearing those lucky pants, using that lucky urinal, and eating that lucky pie. We'll be promoted by Boxing Day if we all keep our eyes on the ball. Oh, and if you nearly ran me over outside Selhurst 18 months ago, please, please, please try to do so again next Monday.

Season Ticket holder Lee Coan will be bringing you regular updates on life as a Hornet and following the team on the road throughout the season. To see past articles click here.

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