Absolute meltdown in the Hardy household at the moment. Was in the process of building Peterborough into a great side, feeling as if I'd finally become addicted to FM for the first time in years, when the unthinkable happens...
At 2pm on the 20th August, my computer began running slightly slower than usual. 'No issue,' I thought, 'It must just be as I've been playing FM on it for four hours.' So, I turn the computer off and merrily skip about for the rest of the day, enjoying my summer holiday.
Yet, that evening, with the thought of my impending crunch-match with Man City sitting nervously in my head, I fired up the computer to get to work. Imagine my horror, therefore, when it transpired my Windows had completely died. After several re-boot attempts (and numerous texts to my mates explaining my fears that my file may be lost), ye olde reliable computer was shipped off to an expert.
Yesterday came the news that I'd been dreading: the computer had been fixed (Huzzah!) but I'd lost all my data. The reason? I'd been playing on FM so much this summer I'd worn a component of the hard-drive completely smooth. GUTTED.
I can't face firing up FM now. I re-installed it, but I know that if I dare gaze eyes upon the menus I may break down in tears, calling for now legendary striker Ishmael Miller to return to my arms. Me, the manager of Peterborough.
I've no idea why I wrote all this out, but I must share my pain with somebody!