I was out until just after 3, and did my best to put football out of my mind. Then friends came round, so I was busy greeting them etc, and I continued to pretend football wasn't a thing. Then one of them bloody asked how we were doing, so I had to check the score - holding on, 40 minutes to go. Reading the stress apparent in the official match thread, I see I got through mostly unscathed, but still a little stress waiting for the inevitable Wolves goal that just didn't come.
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Exactly the same. My lad had it on a stream, but I stayed in the garden for the first half, walked past him without even checking the hot score, and went out shopping. Didn’t look at my phone for any notifications, etc - avoided everything so I could at least pretend it was 0-0 for as long as possible.. checked score at 5pm - delighted with the point.
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Instituted my 'extra stressful away game policy' of completely ignoring the ruddy thing apart from a brief casual score check at half time. Saw it was 0-0 and expected the inevitable for the rest of the game so delighted to discover we'd hung on and grabbed a precious point. Think I actually got it on score predictor too. Last time this policy was employed was the Palace match, so I figured it might do the trick 
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Lifelong Supporter
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Yes very much so. I believe that we really do need to beat Newcastle.
Nixonator
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Minimum of 3, maximum of 7 for Cardiff and minimum of 1, maximum of 5 for us by my reckoning.
If they get 7pts they will deserve to stay up. If we get 1 point, we will deserve to go down.
We really just need a win and it's over for them beyond something extraordinary. Easier said than done at the moment, might be more realistic to hope for 3 draws but that's going to knock 10 years off all of us.
Lindfield by the Pond
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Same thing. Said to the wife that we needed some leeks for dinner. Went shopping to the local Tesco Express. Took me about 2 hours. Better than being at home...
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OzMike
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I was out for birthday drinks and kept tabs on the game till midway through the second half, after that it didn't matter.......hic !
I was down the beach playing with my son. Kept ignoring phone and checked at half time. Then realised battery was about to die so switched phone off and kept asking random passers by the time until someone said ten to five. Heart was well and truly in the mouth turning the phone back on. Why do we do this to ourselves!
Arsenal, Man U and Liverpool I agree.
Older fans of Tottenham, Man City and Chelsea can empathise with you. The post-Premier League fans of those clubs not so much.
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I’m on holiday and the Albion once again are RUINING my ability to enjoy myself. Mrs P not helping with remarks like ‘stop looking at your phone...’
Mo Gosfield
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Don't imagine it was any worse being away from Molyneux. It was living, breathing, gut-wrenching torture to witness that. The header that hit the inside of the post, rolled out to Dendonca, two to three yards out. My world froze as he drew back his foot to bury it. The Ryan block was incredible. The same player then bulleted a header at goal from four yards, it had to go in. It didn't. I hadn't recovered from the first half. The Jonny Otto shot. Right behind it as he shot. Cert goal. Still can't believe the tiny movement that took it inches past. The horrible looping volley that looked like it was dropping in, the split second of 3000 holding their breath. Hits the bar.
And so it went on. So many corners. So much pressure. Two drag backs to Boly. Unmarked edge of the box. Had to get one on target. Didn't. Almost unremitting pressure.
The final whistle. We were drained. Legs had gone. Hard work walking back to the car. Mentally exhausted. Put through the wringer, came out with a point. The heat, the bloody heat, unrelenting. Bloody pyrotechnics on the touchline. Blasts of extra unnecessary heat wafting over. Cramped seats. Had to stand the whole game. Pathetic catering. No bottled water. No tea.
And we still got a bloody point. It felt like Custers last stand or Zulu. Waves of attacking. Desperate measures to try and repair recent ineptitude. Sheer bloody relief. Step in the right direction. Now comes the even more difficult bit, accepting the inevitable at Tottenham. Trying to change the mindset for our biggest game v Newcastle. Still worried how we are suddenly going to create enough chances to score in that game and whether we can shake off Cardiff.
And so it went on. So many corners. So much pressure. Two drag backs to Boly. Unmarked edge of the box. Had to get one on target. Didn't. Almost unremitting pressure.
The final whistle. We were drained. Legs had gone. Hard work walking back to the car. Mentally exhausted. Put through the wringer, came out with a point. The heat, the bloody heat, unrelenting. Bloody pyrotechnics on the touchline. Blasts of extra unnecessary heat wafting over. Cramped seats. Had to stand the whole game. Pathetic catering. No bottled water. No tea.
And we still got a bloody point. It felt like Custers last stand or Zulu. Waves of attacking. Desperate measures to try and repair recent ineptitude. Sheer bloody relief. Step in the right direction. Now comes the even more difficult bit, accepting the inevitable at Tottenham. Trying to change the mindset for our biggest game v Newcastle. Still worried how we are suddenly going to create enough chances to score in that game and whether we can shake off Cardiff.
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