That I feel I've got to spend my weekend on the opposition's fan's bulletin board complaining about their manager, their players, their fans, their whole club, claiming that the FA are fining their club for a match report, creating bizarre conspiracy theories that the attendance figures have, for some unfathomable reason, been manipulated, then I think it will be time to take a long hard look at myself. Defeat can sometimes be hard to take, but when victory starts to cause me so much unhappiness I think it will be time to pack it in. Maybe that's what happens when you're just not that used to winning. Sore winners. 'Kin 'ell, just how bad is your life when it gets to that stage?
