I'm glad of the emotional break the end of the season brings. Life feels a little bit dead footy wise, but there's always the transfer speculation to keep me going until the pre-season games start again.Every year as we're approaching the season's end, I start to feel increasing frustration and sadness, knowing that things are coming to an end. It isn't a new thing, even when we were shit 25 years ago it was always a privilege and pleasure just to be there, among kindred spirits. I had a similar thing near the end of most games, as the clock ticks round to 90 minutes - hoping we're going to get another goal - or not concede another - just not wanting it to end.
Yesterday, having a pint in Mary D's after the game, it felt awful, knowing that this was the last home game - even though we'd had all the presentation hullabaloo.
I find that it's accentuated these days, when we're playing brilliant football. I don't want it to end, but know that it soon will.
I can't wait for the games to come round, but as they are running out, there's an increasing emptyness approaching.
I think it's definitely worse with the ageing process - not far off 60 seasons now. This feeling's always been there.
I've got family but City are just as big a part of it - my life. I feel lost when it stops, but it seems worse as the season's end approaches.
I mentioned it to a mate yesterday who's older than me and he said he feels the same.
Do you guys feel similar?
Sounds like you need to give her a job as your secretary;)I’ll probably have to speak to Mrsery a couple of times now over the next 3months!
The last couple of weeks has nearly done me in with the stress of it all,
Not only the results, the tickets, planning etc,
It’s a bloody full time job!
Roll on August and off we go again.
I’d rather get a sexy one in.Sounds like you need to give her a job as your secretary;)
I think the not wanting it to end is an ageing thing. At almost 65 I feel the same, sad the season has come to an end, tinged with worry that I might not see another season out. I do very little socially nowadays, so watching City live is the highlight of my life now. I never want it to end.Every year as we're approaching the season's end, I start to feel increasing frustration and sadness, knowing that things are coming to an end. It isn't a new thing, even when we were shit 25 years ago it was always a privilege and pleasure just to be there, among kindred spirits. I had a similar thing near the end of most games, as the clock ticks round to 90 minutes - hoping we're going to get another goal - or not concede another - just not wanting it to end.
Yesterday, having a pint in Mary D's after the game, it felt awful, knowing that this was the last home game - even though we'd had all the presentation hullabaloo.
I find that it's accentuated these days, when we're playing brilliant football. I don't want it to end, but know that it soon will.
I can't wait for the games to come round, but as they are running out, there's an increasing emptyness approaching.
I think it's definitely worse with the ageing process - not far off 60 seasons now. This feeling's always been there.
I've got family but City are just as big a part of it - my life. I feel lost when it stops, but it seems worse as the season's end approaches.
I mentioned it to a mate yesterday who's older than me and he said he feels the same.
Do you guys feel similar?