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That Sunday morning of the playoff against Jack Newton I was leaving the house, and it's raining, it's cold, and here comes a little Scottish girl, comes up to the front door and said' Mr American Tom Watson, please take this for good luck,' i could barely understand her, but I finally figured it out. She gave me a little thing of tin foil, and in it was some white heather, I kept that in my bag for years for good luck, and it brought me good luck.