Three hours of agony that. According to fit bit my heart rate averaged between 110-130 throughout. One hand and four fingers on the trophy, and thus a Football League position, when Torquay's fucking goalkeeper pops up in the 95th minute to equalise. I've never felt so sick in my life...
Until the sudden death of penalties that is. Literally on edge of seat but with fists clenched, looking at my feet and physically shaking. I was ill.
Then the keeper pushes the ball onto the bar and races away. I roared. Jumped up and roared. For all of five seconds, then I started sobbing. Hartlepool United back in EFL after an unwanted four year break as non league. And in typical Pools fashion, we did it the hard way
Football. Bloody hell.
