All that winning was putting me on edge with everyone saying the great escape was on. Losing to Villa along with all the other results that went against us has had an oddly calming affect on me and I've found an inner calm. Peace be with you brothers (and sister [beth])
I know exactly what you mean and it's the best place to be IMO ... I had a perfect few days off planned Thursday Fishing, Friday clean out the summer house and Saturday watch us beat Villa in my home office ... I was so bitter Saturday night out in Wimbledon nearly bit off anyone who looked at me at dinner ... I was fuming and no other result affected me like this one in a few seasons. I was convinced we would easily beat that poor Villa side in a tight game ... The match was open and full of errors etc and it didn't turn out well. It took we a long time to regain the feeling you are talking about as although I posted a few comments remaining positive I was very sick inside and would have seriously done something stupid in any confrontation ... if was like rage and I wanted to punch someone and I would have! Today I know that it cant be undone and I believe again and I believe again in QPR
Yeah.........my reaction to Saturday's result was pretty bad too. Just starting to get positive again now. We can do this Dave. I see a team that is playing well now and looking like scoring goals (as well as actually scoring them too). Win at Reading and at home against Wigan, Stoke and Toon, plus pick up a couple of draws and we could just scrape it.
Still time for twists and turns. 8 games, 24 points. Like Col says, the team now are having a go and scoring goals. We need to forget Villa and carry on.
I'll be the first to admit that I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer (well, okay, my mssus would beat me to that but she ain't on this board that I know of)but that said, I still trust in "Arry. He says 5 wins would do it, we do still have a chance. And if not, then on my next trip over, I will watch my lads play in the Championship which is where they were for 3/4 of the matches I have been to
I've sort of gone mildly ambivalent too. I've reverted to making more chilli jam and watching my 'QPR Golden Goals' VHS cassette. Nothing better than watching mark Falco bang a few in to cheer me up I also need to go to boots for some more moisturiser and in need some of that carbanura wax for the Daimler It's never been plain sailing following the rangers. We could all have taken the easy way out and supported arsenal but then they'll never know the real highs and many lows of following a slightly deranged club, we always shoot ourselves in the foot, it's the only way we know
I am reading F**k it therapy may get my cock out I'm that mellow . Told the conductor I am not moving from first class as there is no else on train
On 5 Live tonight Claridge (who cares), some journo called McGarry (who he) and Motty all had us relegated (though Motty, bless him, thought we'd get 37 points). Balls to them, still all to play for. Mellow, I was even listening to Radio 3 in the traffic jam on the A404 this morning. Some lovely harpsichord stuff.
That 'inner calm' is also known as ........... 'being in the sh_it' .............. the only thing that changes is the level. Let's face it, as a QPR supporter, I'm used to being in the sh_it, the only difference was that with a couple of wins under our belt, we were starting to draw 'clean' air. Now we are back to being neck deep.
I managed to calm down and was feeling quite mellow. That was until I went to work (I'm a conductor on the trains) and some twat got his knob out in first class. It was totally disgusting, he only had a second class ticket and wouldn't move.
Two questions, please ............... 1 - How does a Chelsea supporter obtain a 'first class' ticket? 2 - I take it that being a Chelsea supporter, those 'second class' tickets / citizen certificates, are handed out at birth?
I may not have been specific enough in my OP. I am in a state of calm knowing that at last it is all over and barring a few blips we are going to slip slowly into the depths, a bit like Leonardo di Caprio at the end of Titanic. He had a laugh, got his hands on Kate Winslet's tay tays, the ship sank and off he went into the deep blue yonder. A bit like our club recently if you think about it. We've had the odd laugh, seen our fair share of tits and now that the ship is doomed we can forget about clambering into the life boats with the rich folks and let go. Don't struggle my friends, all that splashing around would only attract sharks anyway.
Don't sink brother .. I have a blow up hippo who knows where it will take us. I knew that must have been Eamon yesterday evening as he was very pleasant as conductors go ... punched a hole clean through my dangler
