I had a strange night night before last, on Friday night. Il Matrimonio came trotting into the room about 9 PM and said, ‘Tomorrow night, Liverpool or Spurs? Which is it? Quick!’
I was irritable at the word ‘quick,’ because this stuff is not like using a coffee machine.
I don’t know what is going to happen any more than he does.
I have to look and think. It’s not like I’m a…….
He might as well have snapped his fingers.
‘I don’t *effing* know!’ I said, as he ran out again, not waiting for a further answer, either because he took me at my word, and bore no grudge (highly likely) and/or, he knew I would look, and meanwhile he was missing out on something more interesting elsewhere as I reached for my playing cards.
Next time he came in, I said I thought Liverpool to win.
Why?
I laid out 2 lines of 5 cards asking an open question each time:
‘How will Liverpool do tomorrow against Spurs?’
‘How will Spurs do tomorrow against Liverpool?’
Both teams drew 3 red cards and 2 black cards, 3 yeses and 2 nos, giving them the same chance of winning, according to the most basic rule of interpreting ‘The Line of 5’ as it is prosaically called in cartomancy.
Both lines of 5 ended with a black suit card (meaning a no)
Samey, samey, this did not look like a dramatic match.
But Liverpool’s final black card (10 Clubs) was more positive than Spurs final black card (6 Spades).
Plus, aha, a means of teasing this out, one of Liverpool’s red suit cards was the 9 Hearts
This is the wishes card. Wishes granted. Happy times.
Therefore I decided I thought it was Liverpool to win.
But then – I don’t know why I did this, exactly – an impulse- I pulled an extra card asking for any further comment, and drew the 3 Spades; a card of separation, divorce, severance, heart attacks, mourning and death.
I said to myself, eh? What’s this about and put it back in thee deck.Shuffled again, pulled another card and drew the 3 Spades again.
I called for Il Matrimonio.
‘I just drew the 3 Spades twice, asking about the footie tomorrow. That’s weird, getting it twice, and it’s nasty. Like there’s going to be an injury or death.’
‘An injury during the match?’
‘No, I think it’s a death,’ I said, ‘maybe nothing to do with the match, but to do with football. We’ll find out tomorrow. Maybe it’ll be on the news.’
I wasn’t worried as such, though unpleasantly struck by the co-incidence of drawing it twice. The card felt too remote to be personal, but I had also done a fairly intense client reading earlier in the day, and I spent an unsettled night. Peculiar dreams. I don’t remember what, only that they were peculiar and unsettling.
Yesterday, Saturday, we had the plumber in. I was here on my lap-top when I saw a piece of very sad news; Jose Reyes, a very well known footballer, had just been killed in a car crash, leaving a wife and three children.
Jose Antonio Reyes: Former Arsenal winger dies aged 35
Source: Wikipedia
He was in a high speed car accident near Seville, driving, it is thought, at 120 kph when he was killed shortly before midday yesterday.
Jose Reyes and 2 others.
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Spades and Clubs are the suits that say ‘men.’
Diamonds and Hearts are the suits that say ‘women.’
I tweeted this last night while the match was still going:-
Hub asked last night re today’s footie. Gave my answer, L’pool drew the 9 Hearts, twice. Wish card, but then I drew an extra card. 3 Spades. Injury. Death. No!? NO! Put it back in the deck, shuffled again…3 Spades again. Oh no.
9:32 PM – 1 Jun 2019
Result: Liverpool 2- Spurs -0.
Il Matrimonio said afterwards, ‘how awful that you drew that card last night, and said there’d be news today. Like it was waiting to happen. Like it was destiny.’
Indeed. Truly weird and awful. And of course I didn’t know. How could I? But something was already present in the ether, sufficiently that a card enabled me to access some vibration on an invisible thread. Or else it was a complete and meaningless coincidence. You can decide. I haven’t.
The papers are saying that the vehicle left the road, hit some concrete blocks and burst into flames, with Jose Reyes at the wheel.
RIP.
Until next time.
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