I’ve long reckoned I’m something of a jinx when it comes to following major sporting events.
I’ve definitely seen defeat snatched from the jaws of victory more times that the other way around when I’ve tuned in with the other armchair fans.
Of course, following the fortunes of Scotland’s football team is alway likely to bring heartache and I can trace my tale of woe right back to the 1978 World Cup match against Peru.
But my ability to adversely affect results doesn’t just extend to football ... and that’s why, while millions were tuned into the Wimbledon final on Sunday, I restricted myself to regular checks on my phone.
True, it’s not the best way to follow a tennis match but at least I was able to report back to my wife that Andy had held his nerve to win the first set, broken Djokavic to take the second and was on the verge of landing the title.
As luck would have it, we had to head through to Fife as the end neared but I continued following his progress on my phone.
Serving for the match and 40-0 up, I finally thought it safe to turn on the radio. 40-15, 40-30, deuce ... and it was back to the phone.
So, Andy, forgive me if I restrict myself to the TV highlights in future.