I’m giving you the chance to tap out of this early. Why? Because I’m struggling with emotions today. It might be because I locked myself out of my house before the game because I went for a run and took the wrong key out with me. It might be because when I finally did get to the Greenman Pub I couldn’t find my family for 2 hours, it might be because when I did meet them, my cousin spilt a pint in my lap… or it might be because I’ve got myself so wrapped up in the details of the club over the past few years that seeing a performance like that against a very average side simply flatlines me because I, like many other fans, can see what the wider implications are.
WE’RE ON OUR WAY TO WEMBLEY!
Yes we are people. me, you and some. We’re playing at 1700 this evening, which means an extended amount of booze time. We’re going to all be totally lashed by the time the game kicks off… which… I’m hoping… means the shackles of singing insecurity will be loosened and we’ll all sing our hearts out.
So get this. We drink at the local pub round the corner from work. I won’t lie to you, I can easily nail 9 pints and be fine the next day. Nine pints of Becks.
Last night, I went to this other pub with strong craft beer. I had about 4 pints and this morning, I can barely breath. Seriously, Becks Vier is like, the biggest fraud ever. I am now a fraud. And I hate myself.