Quote from: russon on November 17, 2012, 02:17:46 PMand the clique goes onEh? Care to explain because you've lost me.
and the clique goes on
If you keep getting slapped you expect slaps, and you become more blase as each one lands. I expect to lose these days, and have become somewhat inured to it. The real worry is that I think our young players are beginning to feel the same way.
For me the defeats hurt more as the years roll by. For the Southampton debacle Damon and I were up ladders painting his house and as the goals flew in our net the painting got wilder and wilder and the language viler and viler.Yesterday I was in a field in the pissing freezing rain replanting trees for the fourth time for the muntjaks to eat listening to the score on my van radio. I came in at five in the pitch dark after roaming about lost in fields I have owned for forty years. I threw my sopping wet clothes in the washing machine, made a supper of seven Snickers bars and a glass of water. I then took two sleeping pills and went to bed at seven thirty. I woke at half past ten to be violently sick then again at midnight and four with excruciating cramp. I got up at six vowing to give up the Villa for ever, made a cup of tea, sat down here and wrote Thinking The Unthinkable, took another sleeping pill and went to bed again.Nah, Villa defeats don't get to me. Not much they don't.
I suppose I was referring to the disappointing trait of some old stagers who delight in ridiculing less prolific posters before standing back in awe of their own smugness while their chums pat them on the back.That said I did over react and am sorry Chris. Was having a bad day and lashed out from the safety of my keyboard rather than going down the driving range and knocking seven bells out of a bucket of balls.