Today is my birthday.
It started badly in the early hours taking my newborn boy (7 days) to A&E with a very high fever. [He's fine]. I'm not allowed to stay thanks to COVID.
My toddler then wakes me up twice in the night.
The Government prepares to announce a month long lockdown.
Hamilton doesn't qualify on pole. [I could have lived with this one.]
At least QPR are winning 2-0 to cheer me up I think as I go to pick up the Mrs and the little ranger. And then we go and do the QPR thing of giving away two soft penalties when we're in control.
What a terrible birthday.
And then.
Can it be?
A saviour emerges.
Can it be?
That 6ft cast off from Rotherham who doesn't even make the first team?
Can it be?
From there? On that foot?
It can be.
Glorious.
You Rrrrrrr's!
Babe at home and well. Toddler happy. Last minute win.
Perfect. Birthday saved.