malone

Oh, the beautiful agonising game...


Went into the city last night with 19,999 other people to watch the heartbreaking devastation of this. Would never really have considered myself the sporty type, but something about the flag-waving patriotism and thrill of the dream just swept me away.


I guess that's why it hurts so much today.


That and the fact I'm just not made for 4am bedtimes at the moment. Not unless there's Cointreau involved.