Originally Posted by
Joy_Division
The start of a new season of weekends either being ruined, or seemingly wonderful, all depending on the Albion result.
At 64 years of age you would think I would have matured by now to just accept whatever happens and get on with life.
But no, it still gets me down or totally elates me this winning or losing. The wife hits me with either thank goodness they have won, all is well in your little world or 'Change your bloody face I aint looking at that all weekend because the Albion have lost. I know its pathetic at my age but I am afraid I can't change. I sometimes wish I could not care less about Albion, but I cannot see it ever getting out of my system. So at 3pm today I will be nervous and feeling slightly sick for the next two hours. Such is my lot in life.:?