Luck of the Irish

Waiting on Live-Scores on the BBC last Saturday to see if Aston Villa had beat Stoke City FC’s number one rivals and archenemies: West Brom in the Premiership play off Championship final and a Birmingham Derby ..,
There’s this knock at me back door ..,
On answering this rude intrusion, open the door, only half ajar (no! not a jar! its a door!) There stood a Gypsy lady about sixty plus in age smelling of Tarmac wet as a drowned rat whom asked in her Innocent disguise, a wolverine in a wool sack, Irish accent:
“Lucky Heather Sire .., ? Only T’irty pieces o’ silver! Just for Yew! Only one sprig left .., honest I is !!! Lucky it is …, Bring You Good Fortune !?! So it will me Lad .., If you will kind Sir !!? You Will !!!! You Will ?!”
So’s not to upset the poor unfortunate destitute old hag and so as not to incur one of them there Gypo curses I’d heard about.., I did indeed purchase a small sprig of lucky heather giving the old boot her requested silver and sat down wait for the final scores.
Wow! I thought as the result came in. 3 – nil to Villa ~!~!~! GET IN!
I sat there, lucky heather & Paddy Power Accumulater in hand.
I’d won! And I’d won BIG time!
1000s! OMG!!! The Bloody Gypo was right! This is Lucky Heather !!
Then there’s this other knock at the back door.
L oo king like a drowned rat as before.., there’s Gypsy Rose Lee again handing me something.., shoving it into my hand as I open the back door.., saying, to my utter amazement:
‘You’re change Sir !!’ -!?~
Yes, God does indeed work in mysterious ways !!!