Love.

Love is the great hope.

Neighbours, not the Australian type.

Really can be an absolute nuisance.

You are judged for what you are after a split second then have to suffer for the rest of the time you live next to these people. Nothing you ever do will change that first impression you make.

Time to move on then.

Your role as a family member.

Coming across too strong is sometimes a negative, but to others it can be the best thing in the world.

Following a football team is hard.

Sometimes you question why you bother, especially when your life is not that great outside those 90 minutes.

Through the bad times and the worst of times, something keeps me coming back. I suppose it's hope, hope that things will be better.

Well that can't be a bad thing can it. Maybe I'll stick around for a while yet, there's always next season.