What is it? Anxiety, passion, fear or a mixture of all 3? I always get this feeling when we are playing Leeds and we've done ok against them recently I just can't help but think we are setting ourselves up for a mighty fall... Suppose I'll know at 2.15 on Saturday!!!
I don't really get any of that any more. I just see it as a huge game in terms of league position and playoff push..
I went through a stage like that under simon Davey where I'd all but lost interest and just went to the matches as an excuse for a beer and a day out but I've really got back into it as much as I ever have been these last few months. I'm even contemplating getting my son a season ticket next year and hopefully getting him involved.....
All I feel is a serene sense of calm, because we're going to smash The Pigs. Their players won't turn up, and we're dying to beat them because a) we hate them and b) we want to go up. Nine unbeaten, at home, in front of a partisan crowd and a stand full of rape apologists who turn quicker than milk. It'll be a reight day.
Dread given I lived in Shitfailed for years and have loads of United supporting mates. Based on the inverse law of Proprotion we are playing ok them not so good they are bound to **** us.
I work with Pigs. They all know I absolutely ******* hate them. I try to be nice and friendly when we're discussing football, but sometimes the mask slips and my true feelings become clear. I'm up for this one in a way I haven't been for a game since *that* day at Huddersfield. They can't beat us. They won't beat us.