The two times I have felt absolutely devastated supporting this club were relegation in 1990 (cried for about a week) and losing FA cup replay in 1993 (cried all way home from Wembley).
Nowadays I feel very down for a day or two, but each day it feels a little easier. I did actually get a bit tearful the other night and I think it was because it felt amazing when Gregory scored and got our hopes up, only for it all to be chucked away again. Weirdly, I think if he hadn't scored, I'd have been okay. It's the hope that kills you.
But I'm a Wednesdayite. Constant gloom and letdowns comes as part of the territory.