05-14-2019, 02:46 PM
On Saturday I found myself getting out of my chair and having a shave at 35 mins, so bad was my nerves that I'd had enough. Start of the second half I managed 5 minutes and then made a sandwich and ironed a shirt, staying in the kitchen with the volume down. There was no one else in the house. I then tinkered about covering the garden furniture. In all I just popped my head around the door to see how we were doing 3 or 4 times in the second half. After a 15 minute of so spell of avoidance inwardly felt I'd taken a kicking as I saw the replay of the penalty being slotted away. I'd bypassed the equaliser.
I just found the whole thing unbearable. It's worse when you're on your own and there's no one to share what you're going through.
Tonight, I find myself calmer at the minute but the likelihood of doing the same as Saturday remains high. However, I've already shaven today.
Bracing myself for the possibility of disappointment but have this vision of elation that I can't get out of my head.
How can a load of blokes kicking a ball do this to me?
I just found the whole thing unbearable. It's worse when you're on your own and there's no one to share what you're going through.
Tonight, I find myself calmer at the minute but the likelihood of doing the same as Saturday remains high. However, I've already shaven today.
Bracing myself for the possibility of disappointment but have this vision of elation that I can't get out of my head.
How can a load of blokes kicking a ball do this to me?