Nicked unashamedly from the season-ending podcast, so many of the post-match experiences the chaps described sounded familiar. Post yours here...
I'm Andrew, and I'm a Tottenham Hotspur supporter.
I was gutted. Before the final whistle had gone I had long since switched off. I managed to get into a bit of handbags with the missus over "whose fault" the final day defeat was. Out of sheer rage I even called for Poch's head, arguing that if you were to supervise such abject failure in any regular job you would rightly expect your employer to react.
Luckily, Daniel resisted the urge.
The next day at work was always going to be a test. One of the blokes in the team I work with is a Yid, but as he's off on paternity leave I couldn't even start the day with a slagging session...
Saw two goons. The first of these must be commended. We exchanged a knowing nod and didn't speak of football at all. The other is a prick who epitomises all of them. Sent me a message asking how my weekend was then "passed by" (my desk is in a corner so that's bollocks) and clearly wanted to get all up in my face about it. I ignored him. Tosspiece.
My missus had a similar visit from a goon where she works and I'm pleased to report she sent the wanker away with a flea in his ear, before he opened his gob she shot him down with "don't you come here gloating, you still didn't win the league." - pissed him right off. I love her.
COYS!!!!
I'm Andrew, and I'm a Tottenham Hotspur supporter.
I was gutted. Before the final whistle had gone I had long since switched off. I managed to get into a bit of handbags with the missus over "whose fault" the final day defeat was. Out of sheer rage I even called for Poch's head, arguing that if you were to supervise such abject failure in any regular job you would rightly expect your employer to react.
Luckily, Daniel resisted the urge.
The next day at work was always going to be a test. One of the blokes in the team I work with is a Yid, but as he's off on paternity leave I couldn't even start the day with a slagging session...
Saw two goons. The first of these must be commended. We exchanged a knowing nod and didn't speak of football at all. The other is a prick who epitomises all of them. Sent me a message asking how my weekend was then "passed by" (my desk is in a corner so that's bollocks) and clearly wanted to get all up in my face about it. I ignored him. Tosspiece.
My missus had a similar visit from a goon where she works and I'm pleased to report she sent the wanker away with a flea in his ear, before he opened his gob she shot him down with "don't you come here gloating, you still didn't win the league." - pissed him right off. I love her.
COYS!!!!