Every Saturday between about 1.45 and 5pm, regardless of league position or even division, I am a fidgeting nervous and distant wreck, a shambling parody of a human being.
It's worse when I'm at a game.
But yesterday I was so bloody calm. Right up until Saints equalised for 2-2, when it became apparent that my calm was the calm of a man whose car is hurtling towards a cliff, you know? The calm of someone who knows that if he doesn't keep everything under control, he's going to begin frothing dementedly.
Looking forward to next Sunday........... not much.....
Posted By: Suggy, May 8, 19:44:26
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