Sligo Rovers/domestic football supporter
Couldn't get off work for the game in Derry. Had to sit in an office listening to it on a cheap MW radio.
Gutted, have been before, and know I will be again. Life goes on.
Something that struck me about this supporting your hometown team lark.
You have days like these, and you get up again and get on with it.
You could, like most people I know, make up some contrived link and loyalty to an Arsenal, Man United or Liverpool, and know you'll never have to have one of these days.
But what would that mean?
If you can't understand how following Sligo Rovers means more to me, even on a day like this, than United winning the treble can ever mean to someone who's not from Manchester, there's no point in my trying to explain it to you.
Keeping the faith.