I'm buzzing when we win; philosophical when we lose. It's a form of doublethink, but it definitely works for me.
I don't think so. The amount of times I have been totally gutted and in need of professional help through my team making a total arse of it is preposterously high.
Sometimes you ask yourself why you put yourself through it. Then you realise there's no escape. Ever.
Other things that drive me mental have never so far had the ability to make me a more miserable bastard than I usually am.
And, we pay good money for it.
I blame the parents.
A one off?A nightmare. However, that's a one off, whereas the condition I'm talking about is permanent and relentless.
And relentless, did I mention that?
A one off?
10th time it's happened to me!
I remember the first time I took my sons and about ten minutes before kick off my youngest asked.
" daddy can we go home now?"
I should have listened to him, it was freezing and if it wasn't the most boring game ever played in the history of football, then my heart goes out to all who attended a worse one.
Was it Sheffield Blades away in September 1990?
That was fucking dreadful!
No, but I can tell from the pain emanating from your post that it is obviously a contender too.
Are games like these even legal?
Dave 'Harry' Bassett had brought his Wimbledon tactics to South Yorkshire, and Kendall, with Quinn in the team, must have thought it was a great idea to copy them.