Regardless of the goal, what a f***ing depressing time it is when people would rather be elsewhere. Today, I turned up 5 mins late, went for a half time drink (2) at 38 and went back on 55 mins. I really could not be f***ed watching that today but went out of a sense of loyalty. Celebrated the winner like we'd won a cup as per but afterwards I still felt gutted, knowing we had basically a. we sneaked a win b. it means nothing in the long run in terms of where the clubs heading and c. the lad who scored it is (imo) just waiting to get out along with a few others.