I turn fucking 40 in October.
I will be 49 next year. How the bloody hell did that happen?
I have a natural pessimistic side to me and I worry that I am bursting with excitement for the season to come so naturally I fear the worst to comeI am 56 this year and I know that every time we feel we are on the cusp of greatness something works against us to balls it upI really hope this time, more than at any other time it is different