Seriously, I'm about to have a stroke (no pun intended). Don't think black coffee was the answer as my anxiety levels are at breaking point now (but the one hour sleep called for it). It's 7:40 am here and I was planning to wait until kick off to have a beer but fuck it, it's medicinal!!
I keep tearing up at the fact I'm not there (just had a call from the folks in Wembley which didn't help). I picked the wrong bloody year to be out of the country!!
As there are 1) no blues in this third world country and 2) no bars open at this time I'm relying on you, my fellow unseen but ever present blues, for support and banter through this amazing, wonderful, shit scary, vomit-esque time. COME OOOOOOOOOOOOON CITY!!!!!!!!