How the flipping heck do you cope?

[Pietro Paolo Virdis]

I can't stand still

I can't sit down calm

I can't sleep

I can't think

I can't not think

I can't eat

I..oh... drink I can

It's just a fucking mess in the head right now.

I'm so satisfied and have not a single expectation. We have already won. Like, it's over. What more can I wish for? Our little tiny amongst other nations, we have done it.

Then, fuck, we could actually win it all.

My mind is a fog. It's been for quite a time now. Not only after the England win. It started after the trashing of Argentina.

I don't know what the hell to do.

I've tried several things. After the England game I broke down on the floor at home crying, my Sophia laughing but not spite only she had never seen me that way and understood completely why I cried, then I just got up told her "I have to get out of here", and power walked like a maniac aimlessly for two hours through Gothenburg while on my phone posting shit and responding to mates.

What the hell is going on? This is all so surreal! I don't know what the fuck to do with my minutes anymore. They are too many on a Friday when the final is on Sunday.

[Nefertiti2]

Support England instead. It's stress free at the moment.

[Pietro Paolo Virdis]

Hah, thank's Nef for that. You made me smile and calm down if only for a blink.

[Snake Plissken]

Admin note: Thread title edited. Sigh.

[Rogin the Armchair fan]

As a manager with a lower games won per centage than Antonio Conte once remarked, "Football, eh? Fucking hell".