THE release of 2019-20’s Premier League fixtures means a Manchester United supporter can diarise when he will be a complete nightmare to be around.
Wayne Hayes, aged 35, has begun pencilling in the numerous weekends of the year that he will be consumed by rage, plunged into depression or, in rare cases, suffused with joy.
He said: “I’ve largely outsourced my emotional wellbeing to around 25 multi-millionaires, some of which may suddenly become the enemy. It’s better than managing it myself.
“For example, I’ve got October 19th blocked off because we’re getting beaten by Liverpool that day, and I’ll spend the evening sobbing in the wardrobe with a bottle of Malibu.
“We’ll be stomped flat by City early December so I’ve cried off the Christmas do in advance, because I’ll be a cauldron of simmering rage and I don’t need another written warning for headbutting Jason from auditing.
“In contrast from March on, when we’re definitively knocked out of the Champions League places and only play shit teams, I’ll be quite relaxed in my despondency. Only a fucking game, eh?”
Wife Joanna Hayes said: “It’s only 38 weekends of the year, plus most midweeks. The rest of the year Wayne is a pleasure to be around.”
