So I couldn't watch the game live yesterday (agreed to spend the afternoon/evening with some friends ages ago) - so I recorded it, turned my phone notifications off so I woulndn't find out the score with the idea of watching it later (done this a few times this season and it's worked pretty well)
Anyway at my friends house blissfully unaware and at some point my friends dad comes by to pick something up, looks at me and says "Oh you'll be a happy man then!" - Well that's my plan fecked, but still - I figure I'll stick to my plan and watch it without knowing anything, but I'm a bit more relaxed now at least.
Gets to about 11:30 when I can actually watch the game... and low and behold we're 3-0 up and comfortable, so yeah I'm a happy man! Great stuff this.
3-1, agh so they got a consolation, fair enough
3-2... hmm, must have been a nervy finish? Or we scored a fourth?
Penalty... what the feck? Ah this must VAR'd 'cos of Grealish handball!
Nope, 3-3, what the feck is going on....
I then start doing the math and work out I must have saw my mates dad at 5:30, and he was probably in a car for 20 minutes, so he saw probably the score 3-0 and thought - quite reasonably - it was a done deal.
I'm now having feckin' kittens and losing my shit over how crap we are... rest of the game plays out (the offside goal was something else), penalties, we win... and I'm sat there at 2am so nerve-shredded and so feckin' angry that I can't sleep for shit.
So here I am at work, on about 2 hours of sleep, and I'm still angry.
TLDR - United are bad for you.