Six years ago, I tasted the ultimate high supporting this club at Wembley. I opined that evening that it was never going to get any better, I'd spent most of my life dreaming of it and then there it was, I had it. I'm not saying I was a catalyst I'm just some oik who goes to games, but I don't think I could have been alone in those thoughts.
For me the malaise started soon after, chasing that high again. The money spent to bring those moments back but never achieving anywhere near it.
I might be chastised for this, but to be totally honest, this morning I'm not that bothered. I haven't really cared for three years now and that was drifting away during the prior three before that.
Looking back now, I wish we'd have cocked it up at Wembley, the Pig's goal ruled out because of a push in the area, we lost in sudden death, anything...
Hopefully this is the point where we start again and everyone around the club has a glint in their eyes rather than what feels like being automatons.
For me the malaise started soon after, chasing that high again. The money spent to bring those moments back but never achieving anywhere near it.
I might be chastised for this, but to be totally honest, this morning I'm not that bothered. I haven't really cared for three years now and that was drifting away during the prior three before that.
Looking back now, I wish we'd have cocked it up at Wembley, the Pig's goal ruled out because of a push in the area, we lost in sudden death, anything...
Hopefully this is the point where we start again and everyone around the club has a glint in their eyes rather than what feels like being automatons.