Anderlecht v Celtic
TheEuropa League battle of the teams with bugger all money. Round One
It's nearly 4pm and already I have managed to avoid doing anything today. I had set myself three tasks, but fuck that. Instead I have been mainly fretting and eating.
Tonight is the first of the two games where we can expect at least a couple of minutes with the ball. We still might get taken to the cleaners, but we have a chance. No matter how slim.
I started out this morning confident of a victory, even away, but that has dissipated into a cloud of gloom and foreboding.
3hours 45minutes to go trapped inside my head.
To exacerbate my situation.
The missus is on her way home and will want to talk about some **** in her work, who has done something I don't give a fuck about, to someone I never even knew existed.
This is not good.