Ricky
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Got down to the ground for 19:30. But I was in two minds whether to go through the turnstile, I was so nervous I was hyperventilating and actually ended up being sick, but luckily I managed to direct most of it down a grate and didn't get much of it on my shoes.
Eventually plucked up the courage to go through, and went to my seat.
As kick off approached I was trembling, as thoughts went through my mind about the possibility that we could lose and how it would affect us, although I don't know the exact league situation because I don't really pay much attention.
When O'Conner scored after 15 minutes I was quite pleased, I clapped a few times and actually thought about rising from my seat for a second or two, I didn't though.
As the half went on I found myself muttering 'geritforud' repeatedly, because when they pass the ball around I worry they'll lose it. All I could do was sit there shaking, glued to my seat, crossing my fingers and hoping for the best.
I still had most of my finger nails left at half time, which is unusual for me. O'Conner's goal probably helped calm me.
Was really getting stuck into the last 3/4 finger nails before Freeman scored the 2nd, but after that went in I was quite confident we wouldn't lose so my breathing became more controlled. I was even relaxed enough to turn my phone light on and shine it towards the pitch, which was really good. It looked amazing.
Had to leave after 85 minutes because I need my glass of milk and beans on toast by 21:45. There's also the traffic to dodge and getting home 5 minutes earlier makes all the difference in my busy life.
This also suits my nerves, because if I leave early I can pretend nothing's happening and I don't have to think about what could go wrong.
With the score at 2-0 when I left my seat my blood pressure was under control and I thought to myself that we've surely secured a play off place now, so I was mildly pleased really.
I did though take the time to stand right in middle of the gangway at the back of the Kop for a few minutes. I thought "I have to leave but part of me doesn't want to leave so I'll just stand here". I don't know why I do it but think it makes sense.
Got home (without much traffic which was great) and found out it finished 2-0, heard on the radio we were 13 points clear of 3rd with 6 games to go?! I was surprised really but I'll take their word for it.
It sounds like we could go up this season but to be honest I just want it to end, because it's just too much stress. I'd take 2nd place now.
Fingers crossed we can hang on!
Eventually plucked up the courage to go through, and went to my seat.
As kick off approached I was trembling, as thoughts went through my mind about the possibility that we could lose and how it would affect us, although I don't know the exact league situation because I don't really pay much attention.
When O'Conner scored after 15 minutes I was quite pleased, I clapped a few times and actually thought about rising from my seat for a second or two, I didn't though.
As the half went on I found myself muttering 'geritforud' repeatedly, because when they pass the ball around I worry they'll lose it. All I could do was sit there shaking, glued to my seat, crossing my fingers and hoping for the best.
I still had most of my finger nails left at half time, which is unusual for me. O'Conner's goal probably helped calm me.
Was really getting stuck into the last 3/4 finger nails before Freeman scored the 2nd, but after that went in I was quite confident we wouldn't lose so my breathing became more controlled. I was even relaxed enough to turn my phone light on and shine it towards the pitch, which was really good. It looked amazing.
Had to leave after 85 minutes because I need my glass of milk and beans on toast by 21:45. There's also the traffic to dodge and getting home 5 minutes earlier makes all the difference in my busy life.
This also suits my nerves, because if I leave early I can pretend nothing's happening and I don't have to think about what could go wrong.
With the score at 2-0 when I left my seat my blood pressure was under control and I thought to myself that we've surely secured a play off place now, so I was mildly pleased really.
I did though take the time to stand right in middle of the gangway at the back of the Kop for a few minutes. I thought "I have to leave but part of me doesn't want to leave so I'll just stand here". I don't know why I do it but think it makes sense.
Got home (without much traffic which was great) and found out it finished 2-0, heard on the radio we were 13 points clear of 3rd with 6 games to go?! I was surprised really but I'll take their word for it.
It sounds like we could go up this season but to be honest I just want it to end, because it's just too much stress. I'd take 2nd place now.
Fingers crossed we can hang on!
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