.......I went on honeymoon with the very lovely Mrs Godders. The old heart is pounding and the hands are a little shaky and I keep trembling. I have to keep sitting down and doing breathing exercises to calm myself. I should have gone to the game. The company of fellow saints and the coach journey would have been a distraction. As it is the minutes are dragging very slowly and I just can't wait for the game to start. I am not sure whether I should follow all the games on the radio or just leave everything blank until after the game and then look to see how we stand. At half past seven this evening I want to have three good reasons to celebrate with one more to go next week. They are: Saints up. Reading lost. And the club my very dear friends from Bristol (and I mean that in all senses of the words as they cost me a great deal of money this season) support is also safe. Then next Saturday it will be a stab at league champions. Can we do it?
Yeah, I keep going from so overly confident to, well, back down a little. But the lads know what today means, & they will go out all guns blazing. Even though all the other results will be in, I don't see them influencing this one. Key man, the Sharp mr Billy.
I can't get excited, not yet anyway. I just feel stressed. Though maybe it's because I'm currently just a mile away from Fratton Park which is dampening my excitement? I must get the gf to move (no, she's not a Pompey fan). Kick off does seem like a long way away though.
