I LIKE to think of myself as a rational man. I need to be. I do have a responsible job, and play my part in running the country.

Yet, when it comes to Rovers, rationality departs, and superstition takes over. When we played lowly Gillingham two weeks ago I had this terrible premonition we would lose. Why? -- because it was the first time ever that I could not buy a programme before the game.

Sure enough, we did lose with a terrible error when John Curtis rolled the ball back into our unprotected goal.

But my problem is worse than that. On the rare occasions that I predict a win, we then lose. Am I going to say that Rovers will win this Sunday? No, it's tempting providence too much. Am I going to say they will lose? No, that sounds defeatist.

So all I'll say is that I desperately want Rovers to win: and whatever happens on Sunday, Rovers are the better side. After all, only three teams have won the Premiership since its inception -- and Burnley isn't one of them. In your dreams, Mr Campbell.