If exercising and burning calories are all about getting your heart rate up, then for 90 minutes yesterday I put in an effort equivalent of a marathon. Crikey! What a way to finish a season. The historical 20th Premier League championship was sooooo unbelievably close and then it was snatched away, literally at the last minute. What can I say? City were the worthy winners. Just goes to show: you can never afford to get too smug.
But we certainly put up a good fight. Both on the pitch and at home. My head hurts. My liver will be burning off the alcohol well into next week. My tongue feels like it's made of sand paper. I have the lung capacity of an 80-year-old miner with asbestosis.Thank God the football season is over for a bit- not sure my health could take any more. Well, for 3 weeks anyway. Then it's time for the Euro Cup...
When am I going to learn? I'm not a teenager anymore. I can't keep on recklessly abusing my vital organs like this...
Somewhere out there there's one very happy Mancunian. He used to work for Manchester United. He's seen Eric Cantona play. He even used to occupy Sir Matt Busby's old office. And yet... yet he supports Manchester City. I really must love him.
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