Who doesn't get excited by that walk down to SMS on Saturday afternoons full of hope and expectation and those lovely thoughtful meanderings that all things are possible, that we will win the next three games easily and how those nine points will take us safely clear of immediate problems.
After all we live only in the present and the past and the future with that awful possibility of a miserable trudge back to the car with all our hopes dashed has yet to be determined. Happy days indeed. Who would ever want to miss that early afternoon thrill of eternal optimism and possibilities.