Feeling absolutely exhausted. Facing a demanding day tomorrow. There's no way I can even think of getting up at 2.00 am to watch the semi-final. But I am. Thinking of it, that is. And thinking how stupid it would be. But still thinking.
And worrying I'll wake early without meaning to, and that I'll end up watching it anyway. Which would be stupid. And potentially devastating (considering the unthinkability of an exit when it was so, so close.) But potentially wonderful, assuming all goes well. But you just can't assume anything in the beautiful game.
Oh, the humanity!!!