For me personally, Saturday marks the worst day of the year. I wake up with my gut churning, the thought of the outcome gives me anxiety, my mind can’t concentrate on conversations I’m having without subconsciously wondering what is going to happen and all this is before a ball is kicked. I imagine the palpitations during the match! If you haven’t guessed, it’s derby day.

Truth be told, I quite enjoy the break from football between mid-May and August. It's summer time, we get decent weather, every weekend is free to make plans. This summer on the other hand, has been a wash out, the wettest on record I believe. On top of that, I live by the seaside and the winds have been high so even when it is dry enough to get out and about, the gusts don't make it enjoyable.