Great atmosphere, great crowd, three minutes from a really hard fought and deserved victory. Dodgy free kick given results in a corner. They score from it. The referee then adds on another minute. They get another corner. It loops up high and goes straight into the net. The lad who took it hadn't scored for two years. The referee blows his whistle and they think they have won the world cup. He might as well have picked a sword up and finished me off there and then. I drive home arriving back at 2.30 a.m. Kids up for school and wife extremely ill. In summary I think there is no such thing as divine inspiration, either good things happen or bad things happen, and last night it was bad, very, very, very bad.
So what's the next stage? Go to the pub ? No, can't do that as got to look after wife and children. Wreck the house in a fit of rage? No, can't do that as it's rented. Take it on the chin and piece the heart and head back together for Thursday morning? Correct.
CH
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