You know like when you get dumped on a weekend

You are gutted but then excited about what's out there, your mates try to gee you up, you do stuff to take your mind off it.

But, by Sunday night when your laid in bed with work tomorrow, you get all emotional and realise you are missing your love.

Flicker, that's how I feel tonight

:-(

 

supporting BFC is like having a woman to be fair. Cant live with it and cant live without it sometimes.

What you love about a manager to begin with can often turn into the thing you hate most when you break up. Look at Keith Hill for example. We loved his boisterous nature and talking random stuff but it really got on our tits at the end.

Flickers passion and words were brill to start with but it begins to wear a bit thin after a while hearing the same stuff over and over when we weren't doing well.