That morning walk still feels that little better on a Friday, even now. When I worked Friday was the end of the working week, weekend to enjoy but now, well it should be just another day, but it's not, it's still the start of the weekend and this weekend, well we all know we are in for one of two outcomes, no middle ground. A draw away or better still a win and we will be on cloud nine, ecstatic, elated, gloating for the week ahead and searching for mags under every stone. However lose and we will try and say we played well, were unlucky, they did us proud, but, we will have to endure the 5-1 again, whatever the score, they will come running back from their new home and fighting will commence, well TBH fighting will commence whatever the score. We look forward to it and dread it in equal measure, we will watch it like we older posters used to watch the early Doctor Who shows, through gaps in fingers covering sheltered eyes, they score and we watch the clock, we still have time. We score and we watch the clock, fearing the worst. I just wish it was Sunday evening and I was on here gloating, please, please, please let it be our turn to gloat.
It's surely our turn for a win! Even by the law of averages, it's long overdue. An improvement on the inept, gutless performances of the last 3 will be a start
