Football tonight. Unfortunately. My body, heart and soul were just not in it today. I would have given up if we weren't already short a player. I was starting to feel run down - a cold around the corner? I had just recovered from a crippling bout of post-alcohol, post-medication anxiety, the first time I've had such an attack in ages. I just couldn't be bothered.
Still, I tried to buck up and play my best. Whether my foul mood was in some way a contributory factor to our side's complete and utter drubbing I don't know. I stopped counting when they were five, six and then seven ahead.