Didn't really give a **** that we lost. Felt a fleeting second of disappointment before going to get ready for work, and switching my thoughts to the fact that I've got a really interesting day in front of me. I'm not sure whether my lack of emotion is just due to me getting older and having more of a sense of perspective about football's overall (un)importance in the grand scheme of life. Or actually, it could be a coping mechanism to deal with the desperate disappointment that this season has been. Jesus, I thought that the previous regime made a complete hash of promotion in 2016-17, but in hindsight that was nothing compared with the current farce. At least they waited until we'd got plenty of points on the board before weakening the team.
I'm going out for a very long walk with two poodle crosses. I'm not sure there is a song in that, but I'm working on it.
Apathy. And is is creeping in with a lot of fans who have been going for decades and who have seen bad times before.
Woke up this morning, checked result, Board's destroyed all that Stendel built. Conway and all his mates are up to no good. (A billionaire!) They'd sell off our floodlights if they could.
Woke up, fell out of bed Dragged a comb across my head Found my way downstairs and drank a cup And looking up I noticed last nights score Found my coat and grabbed my hatmask Made the bus in seconds flat Made my way upstairs and had a smoke Clean-shorts scored and I went into a dream Ahhhhhhh Ahhhh Patrick Schmidt