Think my low point was Boxing Day 1979, had to wait for Duffy to put than one finally to bed but as I walked home from Hillsborough to Stannington I realised that getting back to my 10 month old son at Christmas was far more important than losing to the piggies and I vowed to never let football ever to get me feeling so bad again.
That vow has been tested several times since then, relegation to division 4, semi final defeat to piggies etc etc and especially after our capitulation today but once again I've managed to keep a sense of proportion.
It took me an hour or so to calm down and I then had a nice meal with my wife, wine and malt whisky and a couple of beers afterwards and whilst it still hurts, the darkest hour is just before dawn.
Life goes on as does football. Changes in personnel will happen in the next few weeks and hopefully we will emerge stronger next season. As for me I'm looking forward to spending most of the summer on holiday in my motorhome, football will be around for a lot longer than me..