Other than goals and moments of high skill, I only ever enjoy football in retrospect.
We have to be at least four goals up with no more than 15 minutes to play for me to genuinely relax and start enjoying a game.
In fact, whilst I look forward to and am excited by the prospect of games, I actively dislike most of the process of actually experiencing a game of football that I am emotionally engaged with.
With this season, it's the hope that kills you. After the Norwich game, I kind of reconciled myself to the idea that we were going to blow it and relaxed; now we've sodding gone and won a load of games and I'm tense again.