An undercurrent of doubt

I don’t usually let football ruin things. I’m too old and I’ve seen too much to let it get to me, but if we’d not beaten Palace it would have ruined my bonfire night. I love Bonfire night, and Christmas too, basically anything with shiny lights and that magical feel. I remember New York one November, cold, snowy, lit-up, Central Park skating with the wife, like John Cusack in Serendipity but with 300 other tourists and no film crew.

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