Yup, this wasn’t a fun podcast to record.
I was forced to talk about Wembley and that annoyed me immensely. I would rather have talked about all the bad things I have done in my life to someone who tutted and judged at every second sentence. I would rather have talked to a Nigerian prince about my bank details and pin number, or to someone who knocked on my door wearing a charity shop suit asking if I’ve let Jesus into my life.
Instead, I spoke about Wembley, a day where everything that I could moan about had no bearing on the result. we were mistreated, bloody miserable and we lost fairly. Urgh.
Sure, we talk about other stuff too. Whatever.