After 90 minutes of being unable to get back to sleep, I've decided to get up and start my journey to Nottingham. Guess I'll try and find an early morning cafe open somewhere en route. How am I feeling? Numb, right now...
I've been getting increasingly optimistic as the week has worn on. I've persuaded 3 plastic prem "fans" (one Chelski, two Scousers) to root for us, so that's, errrr, [insert good or bad as appropriate].
I can't see Reading winning (ahem), so it all comes down to our ability to score, assuming...