It’s a term we all understand and I guess it’s a term a lot of you are physically experiencing right now.
There’s always panty liners or nappies for the larger ones of you who tend to leak a bit heavier, but I guess the mental torture is something you just can’t fix.
Don’t worry, I know you know that I’ve been through the same this season. No Champions League football really does suuuuck.
It’s all about a top-four finish for the so called “big sides” and of course only three places available for (realistically) five sides who sit beneath Chelsea, who are running away with it.
OK, Spurs continue to perform and have seemingly eradicated their usual run-in flop status.
So out of Liverpool, Manchester United, Manchester City and Arsenal, two are gonna be left out in the domestic wilderness next season.
And no, the Europa League doesn’t count, although as you all know, it could provide a back-door entrance if United manage to win it.
I wouldn’t count on that, but with a game in hand, they’re definitely not out of the race.
I’m hoping it all goes down to the wire, a really exciting end to the season.
Because as with you lot, I’m getting a bit bored watching the league being pissed by a different level side.
There is, of course, the other end which is (as if not more) emotional and even more important.
As money grows in the game almost entirely at Premier League level, losing status in the top-flight can mean disaster.
There are too many clubs to mention that have sunk deeper into the abyss after relegation with players and coaches leaving.
Even Newcastle, who sit in second place in the Championship (and managed to retain most of their staff) may well have to contend with playoffs to secure a spot back in the top division.
It really is touch-and-go stuff and as we move into the final straight proper, the drama is really gonna start unfolding.
And where better to kick that off than at Old Trafford this Sunday.
As I watched United at Sunderland on Sunday, I couldn’t help thinking, this really looks very average. Barring Zlatan’s excellent finish and Sunderland players dropping their heads following the red card, all in all another very mid-table performance.
I just cannot see how the super slick machine that is Chelsea Football Club will come away with anything less than three points from Uncle Jose.
The 2-1 Palace loss was actually perfectly timed to rid any inkling of complacency.
The win against City was solid and the undoing of a very decent Bournemouth side at Dean Court pretty much as good as it gets.
United might nick a draw. But you’d be gambling with your heart, not your head, if you were to back anything but a Chelsea win.
Rumour has it that even Nigel Pierce is sporting Chelsea blue nickers these days as a personal, secret, symbol of surrender.
As for his Red Devil red toenail polish… ahhhh, that’s just for show.
If you genuinely support Man United and don’t mind being laughed at, join me for the showdown at The Blue Whistle in Claremont this Sunday (kickoff 5pm).
All together now, “We shall not, we shall not be moved”.