Let’s all laugh at Scunny.

I’ll admit that for about half an hour afterwards I was mardy as my arse and feeling quite down too to be honest but then I snapped out of it and stopped caring again which is sadly how my useless club have left me feeling most weeks.
When I was a Teen and into my early Twenties a result and performance as bad as that would’ve ruined my whole weekend but now I’m older and wiser I don’t let it effect me how it used too.
Plus I thought back to the awful last year I’ve just had health wise which thankfully is now sorted and it made me put football into perspective and our imminent relegation which I will still be gutted about when it happens, really isn’t that important in the grand scheme of life.

 

The love and passion is still there I just don’t let results affect me as much as they used to. Today was the most I’ve let it affect me for years though but thankfully I snapped out of it pretty quickly but I can’t remember the last time I was that pissed off after (and during) a game, I can take losing and I can take playing shit, but players not putting a shift in for the most important local Derby we’ve probably ever had was what tipped me.
When the 3rd one went in I was in the middle of a game of FIFA and I just quit it I was so raging.

 

It’s been haunting me for the last 2 months.

In fairness I did start it as a joke and I expected to regret it at some point but I never expected it to bite me in the arse as quickly as it has done but all the piss taking to come my way is fair enough, if I dish it out I’m more than prepared to take it back.

 

Bizarrely you were very quiet on here until you started winning.