I chose to take an easy one. I barricaded myself away for the evening in anticipation of what tomorrow will hold. My mind distracted by the prospects of ManYoo away.
It's a feeling you can't really explain. It's sort of a butterfly in your stomach type of feeling, like before playing a game or doing a show. You are not worrying about how bad or good it goes, just that it goes without much of a hitch.
The reality of it is, you want the best to happen but you know there are some things that don't always go the way you want them to go. In short, you hope for the best but expect the worst. It's the only way to prepare.
I'm sure there are some that will be saying, "Oh he's nervous about his precious little soft southern fairies."
To those people, I say "Fuck off."
I'm not nervous at all but I do realize that this game represents a real test. I don't mean to discredit Everton or Celtic or even Portsmouth. All three are respectable clubs but they have all been dismantled in a very Wenger type of way.
ManYoo has always been a thorn in the side, especially since becoming the "Super" club that they claim to be. Years and years of merchandising and salesmanship has seen to that. They have also had the personnel to carry it off.
I give them credit for being a sleeping giant, which when aroused will run rampant up and down the pitches. This time however I don't believe the giant will awaken for quite some time.
Hoping for a good day!
~LeChat
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