It was Stoke away maybe 15 years ago, and we lost 2-0 to a Kenwyne Jones header and a Jagielka OG. It was a miserable day, conpinded by the fact that I found out my recently-ex missus had fucked off on holiday with some older Italian fella who was sniffing around at the end of our relationship. All I could think about as I sat there on a shitty, rainy January 1st in fucking Stoke, was my ex getting rattled by some sleazy twat. The drive back home in my mates Vauxhall Nova was not a pleasant one.