8.30am kick off for me...

Couldnt make the match for once. Over in Sweden seeing my lad. Couldnt face a pub, laptop or radio. Went for a long walk, came back and watched Harry Potter with the lad. Ignored all my texts. Eventually peeped at the livescores on the internet after 77 minutes..1-0. Said nothing. Constantly asking the lad what time it was..blood drained from my face ..pretending im interested in fucking Harry Potter....sick to the stomach. Then had another peep...2-0...told the lad and we danced around the room like nutters....have we won dad have won...yes son..tears in my eyes. Fucking drained!
 

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