Opposite for me. When City win I’m just relieved they haven’t lost. Bad mental health has distorted the ups and downs massively.
We can be playing, say, Bournemouth at home, and I’ll catastrophise all day, chuck a load of money on them and only really enjoy it once we’re three up.
The losses I do find easier to take the older I get. As a kid I’d have a paddy and go to bed. In my teens and twenties I’d have a few pints and forget about it. Now I can clock off, but I’m still in a quiet sulk.
Only time I really get that serotonin rush is when we beat a really good side, or United. That sort of chest out, air in the nostrils, taxi into town swagger, yeah, love that.