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Six years ago today.
The biggest trauma of my adult sporting life, in being a Bolton Wanderers supporter.
Here we are six years and thousands of hours of therapy later and I can officially reveal that I feel absolutely nothing.
Zip. Nil. Nada. Nowt.
The date has a basic resonance with my brain, but fortunately I've had my lobe electrocuted on so many occasions that I resemble the footballing opinions of Ben Moore so therefore these things are irrelevant to me.
The 5-0 home win a few months later is viewing with a reverential abandon. I think that's because it was a hugely cathartic victory - much like Arsenal beating Barcelona or Bayern Munich, except on a more realistic level.
It's a funny business being a Bolton Wanderer fan. Why do we do it to ourselves? Better than being arrested I suppose.
Sigh. Six years. I've still never seen the highlights. Don't want to. Ever.