Saturday means football.

Hello people! (Assuming ANYONE reads this, lol)

So we played Bristol Rovers today. 4-2 the final score, and I am not happy.
For the first time this decade we were going up in second. Nickin' it at the final hurdle and making everyone take us a little more seriously. Well whoops is all I can say to that now.
I shouldn't have bragged so loudly or in such huge quantities.
We lost and it's now play-offs for us. Those of you who don't like football but kept on reading anyway (what are you stoopid?), play-offs are pure unadulterated evil!

We as the 4th on the table, will play whoever is 6th. Assuming, of course that we hold onto where we are now! Millwall make me angry because it's in my blood and there is nothing I can do about it.
It makes me sad, happy, angry and destitue everyday. Yet I am addicted.
Hey at least it ain't crack!

So here we are AGAIN. Play-off place hopefully won and I am already starting to sweat. We don't do well in these scenarios historically and I for one do NOT want to stay in this piss-poor league any longer. So please boys, can ya pull it 'out the bag just this once? I promise God I will never eat chocolate and sit on my arse, ever again. EVER!!

Ciao (slightly apprehensive)
xxx