After that 6-2 I felt absolutely awful, wanted to curl up at home and watch the telly but instead, I got dragged to some rubbish pub where a mate of mine was singing. I thought aye, fair enough, it'll take my mind off it. There was a family of Man U fans there sat right by us and the fucking band played Local Hero and I forget what else, but there were a couple others which were Newcastle-related. I wanted to die.