Well, watched the first half through my fingers whilst gritting my teeth, but at half time I had to take my selfish mother to stupid hospital in ****ing miles away Sheffield. Didn't feel too bad at the time seeing as we were going to get dry humped in the second half but when news of the goal reached us on the suddenly loud, suddenly quiet Radio 5 via the antiquated medium wavelength transmission, I suddenly realised two things.
One, I'm missing a classic smash and grab and should be filled to the brim with alcohol right now, fending off the dog as I bounce around like a man possessed.
And two, celebrating a goal in the fast lane of the M18 when you're the driver is both reckless and irresponsible.
What a great week. As far as I'm concerned it's a clean slate for McCann. Managed 2. Won 2.