At 90 minutes into the match this afternoon against Chester I had mentally prepared myself for the long disappointing trip home.
Then, just 3 minutes later you selfishly popped up and scored which created a change that I was going to have to live with for the next 4 hours. Instead of the quiet sombre journey to my home at the institute in Upper South Welling Village, I had to put up with my fellow patients poor attempt at singing, playing air guitar and dancing all the way back home.
All the way home listening to a quartette of talentless individuals screeching out to ZZ Top, Genisus ect. Four bloody hours I ask you.
Could I just remind you to think of the consequence of your actions on the pitch and effect it has on others.
Just to let you know, I am going to make a formal complaint to Mr Day.
