I once drove up to the SOL to watch a match, drove up the night before, got a room at the Travelodge, Washington services. Went to the match, we were playing Wigan in the Premier League, watched the most turgid, lack lustre display I can remember, where it really seemed like our players just couldn't be bothered and Wigan were awful, we lost 0 - 1
I walked back to my car, sat for 5 minutes trying to calm down, pointless, I then drove home.
We've all done it, the thing is, I drove from Sunderland to my home near Penzance (498 miles) in just over 7 hours with only 1 stop to refuel. I was so angry at the seeming lack of interest of the players that the adrenalin kept me wide awake all the way, still couldn't sleep when I got into bed ad 1:30 am
Swore I would never do it again, yet, I did, over and over again.
No answer to your question Smug, guess we have no choice, it's just part of our DNA.
I walked back to my car, sat for 5 minutes trying to calm down, pointless, I then drove home.
We've all done it, the thing is, I drove from Sunderland to my home near Penzance (498 miles) in just over 7 hours with only 1 stop to refuel. I was so angry at the seeming lack of interest of the players that the adrenalin kept me wide awake all the way, still couldn't sleep when I got into bed ad 1:30 am
Swore I would never do it again, yet, I did, over and over again.
No answer to your question Smug, guess we have no choice, it's just part of our DNA.


