That's very honest.Mine is as low as it has been since the last days of CH. Probably, no certainly, a complete over reaction but sadly you can’t change how you feel, however wrong you know it to be.
I'm a bit surprised about you, lately.Zero-ish.
My liver is dreading Newcastle away. Doing that day sober doesn't bear thinking about.
It's a hangover after a MASSIVE binge, the comedown after an entire weekend raving, getting back home after a weekend in an incredible city in the sun, that you spent stuffing yourself and madly shagging the woman you love, to find the fridge is empty and the cat killed a mouse.I'm a bit surprised about you, lately.
Maybe I simply don't care enough.
Ah. You thought it would all last forever. Schoolboy error.It's a hangover after a MASSIVE binge, the comedown after an entire weekend raving, getting back home after a weekend in an incredible city in the sun, that you spent stuffing yourself and madly shagging the woman you love, to find the fridge is empty and the cat killed a mouse.
The highs of the start of the season were so great. Two 4-1 wins to start the season, goals galore in every game (remember when you could print money with Brighton in BTTS bets?), Europe winking at us from the corner of her seductive eye. Back to back 2-0s over Ajax (and I was there), Marseille tamed. One of my best ever days away watching the Albion at Forest where we STOPPED zinging it around and just dug in. Even double fives away to Sheffield Utd and beating them up the road 4-1. All of it was incredible.
And now? Now all we have is dust.
Roll on 2024/25.