On holiday in Penang Island, Malaysia. Game starts at 3-00am and is being shown live.
She who must be obeyed says I can watch if I want to but must be up for 7-00am and ready for a full day.
Tempting though it is to just get a good night's sleep I just know I am going to be sat in front of the tv at 3-00am, full of hope - only to wonder at 5-00am why the hell I stayed up to watch it.
As an Antipodean Evertonian of some decades standing, I am only too well acquainted with the resigned acknowledgement that a good night's sleep is going to be ruined by watching Everton.
In a way, the depth of direness Everton has now plumbed has set me free from that nocturnal masochism. We are such a crap team nowadays I have just stopped watching us. Their abject uselessness might access occasional feelings of contempt , but I keep a rein on those and just let utter indifference do the heavy lifting.
But 'next year' eh? Maybe it'll be our year...
...I shan't hold my breath.
NSNO