I was away with the wife yesterday and was having a lovely time until my pal text me "Sorry mate,4 down at half time,Gibbs sent off",that 10 words totally ruined my day,in fact I didn't say another word to her for about an hour,she knew why,them fucking useless spineless c*nts led by Le Clown,I drove back to her mothers in Sussex and popped my head into the tiny boozer in the village just in time to see 6-0 two minutes into injury time,I wish it didn't effect me,but it does,it drives me fucking wild when they lose,it don't get any easier with my advanced years,in fact it probably is worse now,I try to rationalise it and tell myself it don't benefit me in any way if they win or lose, but I know I'm lying to myself,The worse row we ever had was after the 4-4 Toon capitulation,we were going to a show up town and I met her at Charing Cross straight from work,she knew I had the pox and what was meant to be a great night out was ruined again by Wengers amazing spineless players,
