I hate the North London Derby. They make me feel sick from start to finish.
I try to expect defeat to soften the blow but that never helps when we lose.
I spend the whole match when I am there preying for the final whistle (even though I ain't even vaguely religious)
If I listen on the radio I have to keep turning it off and on to get snippets as I can't take the tension.
If I watch it on TV at home my kids think I'm having a break down cos I'm nearly crying if we're losing, or drawing or winning and screaming like a banshee every few seconds.
I've watched the last 2 in a pub and stood at the back with a mate constantly checking my watch (even though I don't wear one ) bugging any poor bugger standing next to me and rocking backwards & forwards like I was a bit special.
I love the pre match banter with mates...I never dish out **** if we win to most as we have a kind of truce ... a smirk is allowed but nothing more...but to others I get hell and give it back but truthfully....
I really hate the NLD.
Chelsea and west ham don't come anywhere near it for me.
Next week is my daughters birthday so we are going to her grandparents this saturday...so we'll be in the car for the first half of the match and a restaurant for the second half...the last time that happened we lost 3 nil...so I REALLY ain't looking forward to it this time.
My best not watching and part listening on radio match was the 3-2 a couple of years ago on NOV 20th (my daughters birthday). We took our kids to Broadstairs for my daughters 13th birthday. In a stupidly optimistic moment I set the dvd recorder to tape the match. As we pulled into Broadstairs we were 2 down and it was HT.
I took the kids to the beach and a mate was texting me as we scored and we were getting v poor radio reception.
the kids and me ran down the beach waving our arms around like lunatics screaming KKKKKKKAAAAAAAAABBBBBBOOOOOOUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL when he got the winner for us...as we are mixed raced the locals thought we were muslims doing some weird religious ritual...my mrs (she's white) was pissing herself as people started staring and pointing and she had to explain what was happening
I try to expect defeat to soften the blow but that never helps when we lose.
I spend the whole match when I am there preying for the final whistle (even though I ain't even vaguely religious)
If I listen on the radio I have to keep turning it off and on to get snippets as I can't take the tension.
If I watch it on TV at home my kids think I'm having a break down cos I'm nearly crying if we're losing, or drawing or winning and screaming like a banshee every few seconds.
I've watched the last 2 in a pub and stood at the back with a mate constantly checking my watch (even though I don't wear one ) bugging any poor bugger standing next to me and rocking backwards & forwards like I was a bit special.
I love the pre match banter with mates...I never dish out **** if we win to most as we have a kind of truce ... a smirk is allowed but nothing more...but to others I get hell and give it back but truthfully....
I really hate the NLD.
Chelsea and west ham don't come anywhere near it for me.
Next week is my daughters birthday so we are going to her grandparents this saturday...so we'll be in the car for the first half of the match and a restaurant for the second half...the last time that happened we lost 3 nil...so I REALLY ain't looking forward to it this time.
My best not watching and part listening on radio match was the 3-2 a couple of years ago on NOV 20th (my daughters birthday). We took our kids to Broadstairs for my daughters 13th birthday. In a stupidly optimistic moment I set the dvd recorder to tape the match. As we pulled into Broadstairs we were 2 down and it was HT.
I took the kids to the beach and a mate was texting me as we scored and we were getting v poor radio reception.
the kids and me ran down the beach waving our arms around like lunatics screaming KKKKKKKAAAAAAAAABBBBBBOOOOOOUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL when he got the winner for us...as we are mixed raced the locals thought we were muslims doing some weird religious ritual...my mrs (she's white) was pissing herself as people started staring and pointing and she had to explain what was happening


Forced swimming? Sandcastles?