I couldn't be any less in the mood for a game of football.We lost a dear Albion friend prior to the Play off game in Cardiff. From the moment we won the penalty to the end of the game I just blubbed and blubbled and blubbed waterfalls, let it out I say, don't remember much of the game between those two points and a friends sister who comes along to northern away games (and Cardiff), just refers to me now as the man who wept...
I know I have to be there, I'm hoping for a minor miracle to lift my spirits.
Had we handed out a twonking or been on the receiving end of one, I definitely wouldn't be going.