I 'm Not Much Of A Crier

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I’m not much of a crier. I think I cried at Marley and Me, but if you have a dog and didn’t cry at that film then questions certainly need to be asked.

Men will aim to avoid falling under the category of ‘criers’. It will take away part of their masculinity and feel like a sign of weakness.

One thing in life though, will reduce many men (including myself) to tears… and that’s football. It has done so on several occasions in the past and will do for years to come in the future.

95% of the time these are tears of misery, heartache, despondency, regret, embarrassment, dejection, anger, rage, sorrow, misery, despair, or in my case as a QPR fan, all of the above.

But what doesn’t make sense to many people is why, why, why, despite the feelings of crippling depression football leaves us with, do we keep going back?

And the reason for this is that 5%. Every football fan will understand what I mean when I say there are two or three moments in past matches that you can say you were there to witness, moments that caused an indescribable feeling unlike any other, one that you will remember for the rest of your life.

This moment will last a matter of seconds, but will stay with you forever, and as cheesy as it sounds and as cringe worthy as it feels typing this, it’s true.

The one moment that I was lucky enough to be part of took place at Wembley stadium.

I’ll set the scene.

After a long and gruelling season watching 46 Championship matches up and down the country and two nail

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