That’s how I’m trying to look at it - really disappointed, but disappointment isn’t the same as everything being shit and having no chance. We’re still very much in it.
It’s just this club somehow always manage to make it feel like waking up on Christmas morning to find that Santa hasn’t been! I’m trying my hardest to remind myself that I still have a good family and a good home… I still have a lot of nice stuff… and actually it looks like mum and dad have had a bit of a tidy-up and chucked out a lot of old, broken crap so the place is less of a dump and there’s a lot more room to play… and I suppose they did try their hardest to get that £60m striker that I really, really wanted… and they did buy me a lot of stuff for my birthday in the summer, which they’re probably still paying back. Just… don’t talk to me for a day or two!
(And for the love of God don’t break anything between now and the summer! Otherwise we really will be digging out the old Blue Peter videos and making rocket ships out of washing up liquid bottles to get by!)