Due to a combination of bloodlines and cruel freaks of nature, I have been a Bolton Wanderers fan since childbirth.
It's certainly been a roller coaster ride, with much of that ride spent plummeting through Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom tunnels at 90mph. Vertically. Downwards. I'm not even old enough to appreciate the great Sherpa Van trophy win of '88.
And to compound matters, today is the day I will witness Bolton be relegated from the Premier League.
To stay up, we need to beat dowdy, middle-of-the-road, nothing-to-play-for Stoke, and that's something I just can't consider for a minute; any Bolton fan worth his or her salt knows not to ever give more than a tenth of a second of their life over to optimism when it comes to The Wanderers.
We will lose today. Or we'll throw away a two goal lead to draw. Or we'll cruise to victory only for QPR to score two goals in injury time to beat Man CIty.
We're going down. Pray for us.
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