It’s about 38 hours till kick-off of the first leg, and I’m getting more nervous by the hour. There’s the usual pre-match nerves, combined with “our entire season rests on the next two matches” nerves, topped off with a whole bundle of “will we get a big enough turnout to spur the lads on” nerves and “will the dickheads turn on the team if we’re not five up at half time” nerves. Other than that, I’m really enjoying the build-up.
There’s no two ways of looking at it – I despise the play-offs. Promotion should be decided over 46 games. End of. Fact.
Bring it on.