Next Saturday Hull City will play Bristol City at Wembley in the English Championship play off final. It's a momentous occasion for Hull. Will our wait be over and, after 104-years of soccer, will Hull City finally achieve the Premier League? It's a game with 60 million GPB at stake for the winning team as well - it is apparently the richest game in soccer - full stop.

But I won't be watching. First off, I can't because I live in the Czech Republic and it won't be on TV here and secondly, we just moved apartment and are waiting for the cable folks to install so we can get TV at all. But most of all... I can't watch. There is simply too much at stake and I will be a nervous wreck.

Funny thing is that if you had told me at the beginning of the season that Hull would be playing in this game I would have been incredulous. I would have been happy then with a top half of the table finish. I should be ecstatic that Hull finished third, smashed Watford 6-1 on aggregate in the semi-final and now stand on the brink. But I am not. I am greedy. I want it all now. I want them to win, spend the 60 million on players and become a premier league team. I want my hometown to suddenly be on the map - the soccer map. I want Hull City playing in European tournaments in the coming years and I want people to know just who the Tigers are and where I come from. It's all too much.

So, I guess I won't watch. I cannot watch. I'm already a nervous wreck just thinking about it. I will check the score after it is all over with my fingers, legs and arms crossed. I will hope beyond hope. But only one team can win and no one recalls the losers.....

Aghhhhhhhhh... how can such happiness be such a misery?