You would think that i had learned my lesson.
After watching United struggle for the past two games against poor opposition i somehow find myself in the exact same place again.
I'm sitting here with little to no sleep. 100 better things that i could be doing with my time and yet here we go agian.
United V Southampton.
The same thing with the same outcome more than likely. Untied dominate, score, relax, concede and then struggle.
I don't know why i keep doing this to myself.
The have a world class forward line being held to ransom by a team of journeymen.
So many chances and so little result. It just hurts to watch it over and over agian. Something rings a bell here about insanity.
10 mintutes to go and they are sitll pissing up against the wind.
Why do we do it to ourselves?
What is it about sport that gets under our skin so much.
I have no real connection to United. They are a team from a different country, playing a different sport and yet i suffer with them every single week.
I have followed them my whole life and spend thousands of hours watching them. Listening about them. Argueing about them. Being part of the cult and suffering for it.
That is sports all over.
They are an integral part of my childhood and life over the past 30 years.
Football is not even my first choice of sport to follow. It's second or even third. I will be watching the Irish rugby team in France this evening and the all ireland club finals in between if there is time.
No matter how many times it hurts and even after this match today i will sit back down in an hour to do the exact same thing again.