‘I got you babe’

6.00am. I hate 6.00am. I hate Sonny and Cher.

I have some work commitments to begrudgingly attend to this morning. Once they are all done and dusted, I head up to the Abbey to watch Cambridge South take on Cambridge Nomads. I know this is a big game for South if they want to keep pace with the league leaders. I was understandably delighted when the good guys scored! Within only a couple of minutes though, Nomads pegged them back.

‘I got you babe’

6.00am. I hate 6.00am. I hate Sonny and Cher. That’s weird, they played this song yesterday. I appear to still have some work commitments to begrudgingly attend to this morning. That is SO weird. Am I going insane?

Anyway, once they are all done and dusted, I head up to the Abbey to watch Cambridge South take on Cambridge Nomads with a very strong sense of déjà vu. I know this is a big game for South if they want to keep pace with the league leaders. I was understandably delighted when the good guys scored! Within only a couple of minutes though, Nomads pegged them back.

‘I got you babe’

6.00am. I hate 6.00am. I hate Sonny and Cher. Now wait here a second, ‘cos this is getting reaaaaaal creepy. Why do I have the same work commitments to attend to this morning? This is madness. I decide to chance my arm with my boss, just for the fun of it. That doesn’t end well.

I decide I may as well head up to the Abbey to watch Cambridge South take on Cambridge Nomads, although I manage to squeeze in a piano lesson on the way. As you know by now, this is a big game for South if they want to keep pace with the league leaders. I was understandably delighted when the good guys scored! Within only a couple of minutes though, Nomads pegged them back.

‘I got you babe’

6.00am. I hate 6.00am. I hate Sonny and Cher. I had expected this might happen though and after nailing my morning work commitments (she is still showing zero interest, by the way, even though I’m sure I’m getting more attractive a prospect each time - I'm considering telling her what I'm going through) and being friendly to a few locals, I head up to the Abbey in a stolen truck. My piano-playing is showing improvements, so I decide to also stop en route for some ice-carving. I don’t know why I bothered with the hockey as it was by now inevitable that South were to score, only to be pegged back within a couple of minutes.

‘I got you babe’

6.00am.

I know the drill now and the first sensible decision I’ve made in five days (or is it one day?) is to give the hockey a miss. I know what is waiting for me at the Abbey so that is just a waste of time. For the M2s’ sake, I need to find a way to break this maddening cycle.

Many years pass as I refresh the 4^th February, again and again and again and again…