Gutted to be out of the cup, and don't mind admitting it. No excuses, no pretending it's shit, no pretending I don't care about winning it anyway. No pretending that this will somehow make things better or easier, because it won't. Gutted.
But seasons are long and hard and these things happen. These lows are part of the tapestry of football, the shadows that emphasize the light. The warp and the weft.
Time to get on and win whatever there is left to win