You wake up and it’s there..
All the connotations, the mathematical equations, if we win and they lose, if we draw and they lose, if we lose and they win..whose playing? whose rested? did we stay over? who are Stockport playing again? Is it on the telly? Who are Halifax playing? Who are Solihull playing? I’ll listen to the club commentary and watch the Stockport game on my phone.. Blissful end of season moither.
Go for a walk early doors that’ll help the nerves. Clean the bathroom that’ll take your mind off it for a bit. Make tomorrow’s buttys that’s a good way to kill a bit of time.. The clocks ticking, I’ve had five coffee’s and it’s not even midday…
I wasn’t going to go and then I was ,and then I decided not to, now here I am in tatters, no use to anyone.. May as well have got out of the way and just gone instead of being a pain in the arse round the house. I sometimes derive a perverse pleasure from listening to the Town on the radio mind. Hearing it and having it described to you is odd, the ambiguity in what’s being said.. And often a scream or a ‘oooooh’ can be misconstrued or the commentator has made a mistake. Of course it’s convoluted, it’s a medium to relay information about a sport that people watch. The clocks ticking…
Bank holidays are supposed to be relaxing, but I’ve never been so wound up. If i’d gone I’d be ok i think, because i’d be there wouldn’t i, i’d be able to help, i’d be able to scream,
and send positive telepathic vibes to the lads. Cool head, man on, give it, stay, give it, I’m just as useless as Phil Neal in that Graham Taylor documentary. I panic like everyone else, and moan like everyone else. The players know what they’re doing, they’ve got a game plan, their professional sports people for goodness sake, they don’t need some wally telling them to ‘give it’ or that they ‘should be hitting the target from there’.
We’d be better off if we’d just settled for the play offs and not been so brilliant for god’s sake, typical Wrexham, we couldn’t just be ok, we had to be awesome and end up being right there at the end of the season when it really matters. The clock is ticking…
I change rooms and head into the comfort of the front room, phone fully charged, headphones at the ready, I’m hoping this room’s serene sensory qualities will calm me and therefore calm the players.
A point on the road. Keep going.
If I’m feeling nervous today how are they feeling? I wonder if Luke Young has a ritual? A Lot of players do don’t they?.. Ben Tozer will of course dry his towels out ready, Super Paul Mullin probably meditates and invokes the Gods of genius, while Big Ollie weight lifts a couple of youth team players. Some of the lads might even read the programme and be reading this now thinking how weird it is that there’s a piece in the programme about them reading the
programme while they are sat in the changing room reading the programme.
Dear lads
I love you and would like to say a huge diolch on behalf of the peoples paddock for a wonderful rollercoaster of a season. You’re the collective apple of my eye.Now I’m going to have a lie down.
Just please get those 3 points.
Yours in love and anxiety
Ry.
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