My life is a constant series of well-dones that utimately end in utter, utter failures. It's why I support Hearts [Heart of Midlothian, the Jam Tarts, the stadium of whom I sit my exams in.]
For three minutes tonight I hoped. That's enough really, isn't it?
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It has to be bad for someone. I usually sit through Liverpool games, listening to my middle son howl with pain as they 'fail' again.
He did say they didn't deserve to win tonight. He says that frequently, and I ask why he supports them at all. (He was born there.)