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I want to cry, feel a bit sick and think I just broke a knuckle. Just proves again I really really hate derby days. Especially when we lose (in the last minute, as all fuclin ways). Thought I was over the worst, got home & went for a piss, so why oh why did I suddenly find it necessary to punch the wall and head-butt a door? I give up, not City, just derby's. Had enough, I always end up fucking up my liver or injuring myself, or both. FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT

ps - still gonna rape Rooney's mum and torture the Neville family though

me, been awake all night, the fucking rag wanker of a gaffer was insistant that i stay awake :(

I had three hours last night. I'm not looking forward to getting up tomorrow.

I took a sleeping pill as otherwise I wouldn't have been able to sleep all night or tomorrow either. Slept for 5 hours like a dog and feel like I've been shot in the head with shotgun.

eastlandsblue wrote:me, been awake all night, the fucking rag wanker of a gaffer was insistant that i stay awake :(

Ditto. Hardly slept a wink and when I did sleep got sexual harrassed by a werido in my dream. Typical. Off to face the rednecks at work where I just might smack one of the arm chair dwellers!!!

Spent the entire night fuming about what I witnessed yesterday. Now I'm fuming and tired!

Angry , totally knackered and dizzy from the same old things from the match going round and round in my head.

i managed to sleep really well and have woke up full of energy, i think all the nervous energy and tension i've had for the last week lifted from me after last nights game, i wish i had all them feeling building up to the 28th Feb, but alas it wasnt to be. 3 points from portsmouth and a victory in the FA Cup and it will be all good.

This'll be me. No problem sleeping before the match, but last night as soon as I stir, no matter how much I try, images of Shrek are passing through my brain.

Horrible bastards. How I hate them.

I slept, but Rooney made sure my wasn't a restful sleep as I kept having nightmares of the goal he scored, and then him running and laughing in my face, or similar ones. I must have woken up at least five times last night, every time more pissed than before at the result.

Haven't slept a fucking wink.

Ended up doing my week's shopping at Asda / Eastlands at 5 am :-(

Funnily enough, I couldn't sleep either.

Feckin Villa, Feckin Rooney, Feckin Lampard.

Not had a minutes sleep yet, wento to bed about midnight last night, couldn't sleep, got back up and drove down to London to do a days work. Just got back now and i'm fucked.

No SSN, Newspapers, Talk Sport or any other sport-based media is getting into my head until this weekend. The way this weeks gone i'll be cheering on Federer to win the Aussie open but guarenteed Murray will win it with the last volley of the game.

Only one that bothered my sleep was wondering how Rooney was allowed a free header in the box as the clock was ticking down to injury time...