It's over

finally;

the torment of not being able to muster a single win;

the way in which the other's chances are hanging precariously in the wind;

the chances wasted again and again;

the embarrassment of being apologised to

when all the blame should be deflected on you.

I'm sorry again for letting you guys down. I swear we'll rape the rest next year.

So here's to hoping the other team can make it through,

for while it'll ease the pain of finishing with nought,

simply not being good enough isn't acceptable anymore,

at any time,

any place,

anything.

Especially now,

especially in the years to come.