Such a weird feeling at the moment. We were really bad in the second half, and I was so stressed and agitated at the game all that half - my shirt was soaked through with sweat. When the Saints took the lead I nearly vomited, literally got acid reflux in my mouth (and I wasn't drinking today). Then we were up, and suddenly I thought, we might fall over the line. That last point, I nearly fell over the railing (I was in the front row of the top deck in the pocket above it). Then... nothing. Still feel nothing really. Overall, it feels like a loss, particularly as we were flogged in the second half and the Saints had all the momentum, but we're still alive and get another shot at it. I don't think there's any reliable way to predict how next week will go, and honestly at the moment, I can't really bear to think about it. The way I'm feeling at the moment, I think I'm going to try and avoid all footy stuff for the next day or two because it's doing my head in.
Reserved tickets for MCC members are going on sale 12 noon Tuesday, or we can rock up. I'm going to watch next week from home - I can't handle another game like this or, I realised when the Saints hit the front, a close loss. Sounds lame, but I literally don't think I'd be ok - I thought I was going to have a heart attack until Davis kicked that goal to get it back onto level pegging.