It all started the back end of last August. Thrilled by the fact that we had won a few games, I found myself looking at the league table in a rather smug manner, pointing out our position to anyone who cared (or didn't for that matter) to listen.
As time has gone on this obsession has become progressively worse. Today, at work, when Kermy scored that winner I leapt out of my seat, punched the air and proceeded to tell all my colleagues in at least 10 different ways that we were now 13 (thirteen for video printer purposes) points clear. The silence from my Arsenal, Manure, 'pool, Accrington, Burnley and Spuds supporting workmates was deafening. It was as if I had been sent to Coventry.
Then, when I got home tonight, there was a note from the wife "I've had enough. It's the League Table or me".
How do I break it to her gently that the League Table wins every time?
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No need for the missus then
Who needs women when you've got Charlton!