The heart is a muscle, it bruises. My heart is very bruised right now. I actually wept after the game. Honestly I did.
Its how close we got that is so agonisingly difficult to take. Once again its dominating for so long then slipping up at 89 minutes.
But I'll have to pick up my heart off the floor and hand it over once again to my boys. My boys who are so very careless with it. I have to. I have to keep believing. And so do they.
Its not the end of the world, we're still in with a chance for three.
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