Quote Originally Posted by Sir C View Post
I resigned myself to never going again a couple of years ago, really.

I still enjoy watching live football when I go to MK Dons, oddly. That might be to do with the fact that I eat a rather good steak dinner, drink my own bodyweight in ale and then stagger to my bed.
How does this realisation feel? Does it bother you at all? Or - like me - does the fact that it doesn't especially bother you bother you more?