Over two years ago I got ill. In actual fact, I got very ill indeed. Which resulted in me having to have some of me amputated. Then a year later I had sepsis. It's not good. In actual fact it's partially rubbish, and resulted in a stay over in MK General.
Now, I was a lot worse than I let on to anyone. ANYONE! I put a brave face on it, and like my charity work, I don't like to talk about it. But I pulled through, and I'm as close to my fighting weight as possible.
I started feeling ill away at Reading, when we were still in The Championship. It was a beautiful day. Remember it? Cracker. Anyway. This time last year I was told that there was a good chance that I'd lose my right leg. Have it amputated basically. Had an MRI scan (privately, at the tax payers expense), my office were getting prepared to lose me, and I'm spectacularly good at what I do. But I pulled through, and now only have to visit hospital twice a month. Still at your expense. Cheers for that.
We, as a collective, drew away to Fleetwood. That's not really the end of the world. It's a draw away to another team, in L1.
If we're relegated, then it's no big deal for me. I'll only be glad that I'll be here to see it. On what's left of two good legs.
So some perspective. There are far worse things in this life than your team falling down to L2.
If we do go down, it won't be the end of the world. It'll be a bit shit I grant you. But it won't be the end of the world, and like me, we'll come back stronger than ever.
So why don't you, like me, sink a few tonight, and be grateful that you've still got your health.
Cheers