After last year, I'm not sure I even want to be on the earth when what is clearly going to happen on Sunday actually happens. And I'm sure having my digestive system torn from its moorings as you toss your machine about would be preferable.
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After last year, I'm not sure I even want to be on the earth when what is clearly going to happen on Sunday actually happens. And I'm sure having my digestive system torn from its moorings as you toss your machine about would be preferable.
I've suspected for a lomg time that there's a part of me which enjoys disappointment - indeed craves it. The affirmation that my negative core belief system demands from time to time. I usually get my fill at Old Trafford each season but I'v got used to that now. Seeing us lose up there is like catching up with an old friend and realising we're both still alive and doing ok. But this Chelsea pain is a different animal..It's only the serenity prayer that got me through to half time last season.
f**k it. I'm already upset about the result and it's only Friday.
Heaving your gizzards into a bag would almost certainly keep your mind clear of issues footballistic.
1. Go for a very long walk
2. Find a pub with no TV or WI Fi & drown your sorrows in anticipation
His third was a remarkable strike.
Thank God that's over for another year.
I worry, though, that you might start to think about Cesc and become so overwrought that you decide to 'auger in' rather than face the result. http://www.awimb.com/images/smiley_icons/ohwell.gif
Tent peg it.insensible with drink and have to be hospitalised? You then spend several years in a coma, waking only when we're better than Chelsea again?
I've tasted the marinade. It's amazing. Dates, pickled onions and Guinness.
That's not a marinade, that's someone's stomach contents after a session.Throw in a bag of peanuts and you're there, basically.