It was an evening game against Chelsea. It was pissing with rain and the wind was blowing the water in under the roof. At half time we were 2 down and the second half was only going to go one way... I thought, "Fúck this for a game of tin soldiers" and fúcked off.

I was tucked up nice and warm at home with a glass of something in hand inside an hour.

I REGRET NOTHING!

When were you a bad football supporrter? Confess, you monster! Get it off your chest.