I’m sure I’m not alone that I hate it when we lose, but tonight I noticed it more.
Of course, we’ve all used losing as an excuse to drink more to compound our misery but what stories have you got to tell?
Stupidly, I had a shower tonight and as I got changed I got some socks out of the drawer and picked out some Palace ones (first I grabbed), looked at them, chucked them back in the draw muttering under my breath “f—king twats”.
I recall in the past years ago, leaving after an abysmal display with my Dad and he chucked his Palace scarf in the bin en route to the car.
What have you done in disgust or anger?
Of course, we’ve all used losing as an excuse to drink more to compound our misery but what stories have you got to tell?
Stupidly, I had a shower tonight and as I got changed I got some socks out of the drawer and picked out some Palace ones (first I grabbed), looked at them, chucked them back in the draw muttering under my breath “f—king twats”.
I recall in the past years ago, leaving after an abysmal display with my Dad and he chucked his Palace scarf in the bin en route to the car.
What have you done in disgust or anger?
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