Don't quite know what to feel about the last 24 hrs. I suspect it's how I'd feel having just given, against my better judgement, another chance to a lass I wasn't that into and booking a dirty weekend away only to be dumped for her loaded ex having paid the deposit on the hotel. Irked rather than heartbroken, I'd have a drink, conclude that there are plenty more fish in the sea, pull something half decent and take them instead. Knowing my luck she'd probably look a lot like Bobby Hassell but prove to be the love of my life. Arise Sir Bobby, thy time is come.
Agree , we should all be happy having got to wembley, but instead looks like we will be too busy looking for a new manager
