I feel numb tonight. I've had a really good day with Laura and George. The worst part is I genuinely don't care about the defeat today. I'd seen it coming from junction 32. I know I've been venting calling for Bjorn Borgs head but Ifear what shower of 5hit will replace him. Especially with all brown noses gunna Garrison for a bit of rim sniff.
I've had a reight day. Record shopping in that Manchester, dropped in to see the lad, scran and beers at Brewdog, then Scritti Politti at the RNCM. Just back at my lad's place with a brew. Honestly couldn't give a flying one about the result today. On to Wednesday.....
Up at the crack of dawn. Catch ups with people I’ve rarely seen properly for 18 months. Couple of BrewDogs on the train. A brilliant Brew Pub in the centre of Blackpool before and after the game. Bumped in to other faces I’ve not seen in years from school, work, etc. Another step in the world getting back to normal and I really enjoyed it. Top day out clouded over by the football. But the positives far outweigh the negatives. Was more bothered about the golf and boxing, but Usyk was that good the latter hasn’t bothered me as much as I thought either. As we say in London Tykes circles, ‘It’s all about the journey’. As Barnsley fans we’re use to the 90 minutes ruining great days with family and friends.
