Date: 30th October 2008 at 10:17am
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After consuming copious amounts of alcohol to dull the pain last night, I have what’s technically known as a ‘f***ing stonking hangover’.

As most people know, the best way to cure a hangover is a lovely fry up …. well I already got the egg (it’s on my face), so who’s got the sausage, bacon, tomatoes and toast?

I am quite well known on the Vital network as not only being the handsomest editor of them all, but also for being a bit cocky and arrogant when it comes to my football team.

However, I usually save those ugly traits for when the final whistle has blown, but the events of the early season had given me a false sense of security, and for the first time in my life I felt very confident going into a NLD. So much so that I’d spent the last couple of days poking some fun at our neighbours. Well don’t I feel like a bit of a tit.

I’ve often questioned the attitude of some of the visiting Spurs fans to this site who season after season come long bleating about how they’re going to overtake us only to have it blow up in their faces. Well I got a taste of the aftermath last night, and it’s bitter (how can they keep coming back and feeling like this?).

So from here on in my cake hole will be well and truly shut till the match is over.

Lesson learned.