Life is just one damned thing after another.
Someone said that, who i dont know, but if your a United fan, its that, plus one damed game after another. Thank god for you its another week before another.
If you are aquainted with history like myself , you will be hardened to it indeed, it makes no impact other than entertainment, a mild one.
That when disaster strikes as it has many times before, the flesh becomes hardend, immune. Its only four months and a bit until it starts again, and you will pay for the privelege of holding your head in your hands, trying to stay awake, or staring into the distance.
On an evening game, i have watched an anglian sun go down from the main stand rather than the game.
Or watched the ducks, big ones and little ones to and fro over Barnwell lake. Is there really a steam engine in there?
Maybe the club could build a ski slope on the pitch even during games and have persons slaloming dissapearing into a net over the back of the south stand.
I almost said terraces, oh, they are not there anymore. Maybe put on a play to fill the unforgiving hours. The one where Anthony Wedgewood Benn shoots his gamekeeper would be good.
Or where Kier Starmer orders his maid to do extra duties....or his man servant, or both. It will be needed, Harrogate railway are coming.
The next few games will be like waiting for someone to die, indeed, someone will say, probably the club also, that they will not give up hope while its mathematically possible toescape relegation.
Everyone feels that, its only when its confirmed that anger will boom.
