That sickness in the pit of your stomach. That sinking feeling. We’ve all had it. That slow, dawning realisation that after the 5am alarm call, the three-hour train journey – with two cancellations and a rail replacement bus service of course – and the overzealous search on the way into the ground, that it might not turn out to be your day after all.
You reassure yourself with the positives: it’s been a fun day out; you have scored yourself a well-earned point, and maybe ticked off another new ground along the way; the teams around us might drop points too. But in the end, it's only going to be a draw.
The one thing that keeps you going, singing until the end and resisting the urge to beat the crowds back to the station, is that thought gnawing in the back of your mind: ‘Could we get a late goal here…?’