It's 4 in the morning and the voices in my head are still ranting about the shite we witnessed today.
No bugger was wearing a mask. For the first time in 18 months I've picked up somebody else's germs. Can't stop sniffling.
Get to our seats and having a nice catch up chat with people we haven't seen for over a year then BOOM! The bloody music starts. Why do we have it? It's loud. It's awful. It's not a bloody night club, it's a football ground.
Try our new range of catering they said. Put some extra staff on then. The queues were stupid.
Then we get that moron announcer. Why is the baldy headed pillock obsessed with Leeds? If he's got issues, he needs to get them sorted. We don't care, mate. Get over it!
So he starts to read the teams out just as the ref is ready to kick off the match.
Then the match started.
So afterwards, we walks to Costa, like we always do instead of sitting in the car park for half an hour.
It's shut! I know that's nowt to do with Town, but why? Why?
So walking back, sees Legends Bar is open and pops in there, now we can as all the Premier League hangers on have well and truly disappeared.
Two staff on. One pouring drinks, the other manning the card machine. By the time we got back to the car park, we were the last out.
Get home, there's sod all on the telly and now I can't bloody sleep.
Thank you very much, Huddersfield Town.