I was sitting last night watching my team battle against Bayern and playing some great stuff. We gave them a goal but came back at them. Second half we continue to play well, we equalise. I go mental. Three minutes later the door opens my missus comes in , at that exact moment They score a second. My missus starts talking to me about the bins. Did I put the recycling out? I just looked at her and told her we just lost a goal and that I didn't put the bins out and at that precise moment wasn't giving a fuck about them.
Did you put the bins out this morning when you went to work? I asked?
No, of course she didn't she forgot too, but I am all the cunts.
This is the middle of a CL game against one the the best teams in it..
Fucking bins.
She went into a huff and I just blanked her after the game.
No matter how much I tell her how this affects me, she doesn't get it. I am sitting there trying to recover from a sledgehammer to the balls when they scored a second and she thinks the putting the bins out conversation is timely.
