Well the nerves kicked in well and truly around 10.00pm last night, got the sinking feeling in my guts (and it was'nt our lasses cooking). I started thinking about the last three semi finals and the Millenium stadium, the despair of failure knowing todays game is more important than all of them. By midnight i was tired but in no mood to sleep so trolled through todays sports pages on the net till i fell into a semi sleep infront of the pc.
3.00am forced myself awake made a drink and took it to bed.
5.00am awake again went for a fag.
6.00am awake again went and made drinks for me and our lass, she told me her lad is bricking it, i told her to keep the cat out off sight just in case. She said i,ll keep out of your way too if they lose, i said make it for at least three weeks.
8.00am awake again the cat walking all over me (clever tw@t knows how to open doors by hanging on the handle)
9.00am had to get out and give the cat her brekkie feel like sh*t, next for me haircut, shave the usual rituals for important games, will be at the lane for 12.00pm
COME ON YOU BLADES