Cityitis Strikes Again
At around lunchtime today, an hour before the Manchester derby was due to begin, I contacted a friend (United supporter - from Nottingham, natch).
My text: stick on united win, probably as a result of some contentious decision which united get away with.
As the game progressed into the second half, United brought on Michael Owen. I've seen Owen play against City a million times, and it's the law that he always scores. So I text my mate: owen always scores against us.
The ref plays six minutes of Fergietime at the end of the game - when he had added on four. Owen turns up with 15 seconds of this to go and scores to send City fans into a slough of despond.
Work tomorrow will be a nightmare. I'm already thinking how I can throw a sickie, merely to avoid the self-satisfied non-Mancunians rubbing it in my face. And this when I'm on a hair-trigger with everything else that's going on.
Why am I always right - even when I don't want to be?
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