Down

Can words adequately describe my feelings now? No. You see none football fans can't understand how bad I feel right now.

Today we got beat (theres a shock) by Aldershot 3-0 (should have been 10-0) and Barnet scraped a 1-0 win over Port Vale. That means we are consigned to non-league football for (ever?) the forseeable future.

I'm a passionate football fan. I'm not a racist, I'm not a thug and I'm not a fighter. Whenever my life has been shit I've always managed to find some comfort watching my team, knowing that no matter what the fuck happens in my life, I've always got them to rely on. Today I watched 11 blokes put on the red and white of my team and show as much passion as Osama Bin Laden would have done at an EU conference.

I can't go on about it. We have a team of players who don't understand what the fuck it means to be a fan of a football team. Each and every single one of them was a disgrace. If I'd smeared turds across my forehead and run across the pitch shouting 'all French people smell', I couldn't have been more of a disgrace. I'm let down, ashamed and frankly disgusted in what my team thinks passes as football.

Wankers.

So I used the whole 'being gutted about being relegated' thing to text Debs. Guess what? Yup, spot on. She ignored me.

I guess maybe I should pop upstairs, set fire to my bed and urinate on my pillows because frankly thats about how good things are.

I did have 15 pints today though. Is that a silver lining? Or just an invite to chat to my 'main man' (the fictional character) they call god via the porcelain telephone in an hour?