I am with Dean.
He probably starts his day by shaking his head, looking again at our latest match report, and doing a little "tss" between his teeth as he closes his eyes in brief acknowledgement of the karma of it all, and chucks the paper back on the coffee table.
Then he puts his feet up, cradling a cuppa - shrugs when he reminds himself that he's still getting paid anyway - and then cheerfully considers taking a little drive down the gym to work out with an old mate then go for a bevvy to replace lost fluids.