I never used to watch the rags, apart from when they had the honour of playing us. Just recently, though, I've found myself putting myself through purgatory. It's like a morbid fascination. Two hours of waiting for a) a dodgy decision, b) them to score the inevitable goal(s). I wonder if they've hired a hypnotist, not only to con the opposing team, but also the watching ABU public?
In the lead up to the weekend just gone, I'd had enough. My nerves are shot, and I'm fed up with ruining the rest of the working week by getting angry. I'd been on the pop, Saturday evening, so had a good excuse to sleep right through the rags' match. Turned the phone off and totally ignored them. Turned out to be great therapy, but the first thing I did when I woke up was to check their result!
As for us.... No fingernails. More grey hair than I had at the start of the season. I'm even noticing my heart skipping beats when we play. Think I actually hold my breath for some of the time. City is not, and has never been, good for one's health! Am considering watching the derby from the comfort of a padded cell. I don't think my nerves can cope any more with being the only blue at a hostile rag pub, regardless of the result. If that game goes well for us, I'm taking to the hills until the season is over. Time to admit that I'm getting old.