wake up, make a cup of tea , crack one off, drink tea while it's still hot, walk round excitedly panicing, burger, talk to Springvale and J.L.W.B.L. match
You know me then </p> Well the pants are on and the pub is shouting. No missus and little man with me until tomorrow so i'm a bachelor boy. C'mon!!</p> I'm off. U REDSSS!!!! </p>
Lay awake all night practising set-pieces and defending corners. Finally drop into the deepest ever peaceful sleep 5 minutes before the alarm goes off. Wake up and start worrying, then make a pot of tea. Check not lost season ticket. Panic. Shower, shave etc etc etc. Worry, and panic. Check season ticket still there. Worry. Fret. Panic. Check correct voucher still in season ticket book. Log on here. Worry even more. Panic about team selection and phantom injuries. Confirm season ticket not lost. Get changed, get on train, go to pub. Panic, worry, pint, pint, pint. Get taxi home because forgot season ticket. Go back to pub. Beer taking effect, so stop worrying and panicking. Finally go to match. Kick off. Worry. Panic.
RE: The pants are in the bin....... Tis for me aswell. Been making me chafe like mad today. Nearly asked Stahlrost to pull them out of my crotch in Bramahs earlier!!
I routinely... ...get my hopes up, if that counts. Both pre-season and pre-match. Then I routinely have them let down post-match.