My body is tense, shoulders hunched. Hands are moving unnecessarily quickly, there's an uncomfortable knot in my stomach.
But I’m going to try and take a breath, ignore it, use as few expletives as possible and turn what feels like white hot anger at an ill-informed and naïve group that are taking joy in talking down the Women’s World Cup, and gently suggest how they can get behind England's Lionesses this summer. So follow my lead - get off Twitter and let's agree not to get angry here.
For the the record, I’m Ben, my main job is to make video content at 90min.