A great win for United yesterday, and this:
as Callum O’Hare scored the opening goal was every bit as nasty and painful as you might imagine.
I’m not saying that the keeper left his boot up as O’Hare fell towards him, but that is actually exactly what happened. You can watch it from about the 1 minute mark here:
It still counted as a goal though, and that’s what really mattered.
Onward – and thankfully – upward.
Five games unbeaten, 13 goals in the last four.
It does feel a bit better.
This was a very pleasant 90 minutes. Almost unexpectedly so.
But I’ll take it.
Right… back to Stranger Things – still catching up. No spoilers, please.
Another win, and this one after we’d been really poor in the first half. And then we went and scored three goals. I don’t know what happened, but it looked like the same old, same old when we got to half time, and then someone put a firecracker under our collective arses in the second period.
Still, I’m not complaining. My only gripe is that the excitement and adrenaline prevented me from sleeping for quite a lot of the night. And that’s left me a bit broken today.
On the plus side, I’m off to emulate some of the heroics from last night by playing a bit of the old togger tonight, for the first time in ages.
As I type, it’s only 33C out there, so I’m sure it’ll be an extremely uncomfortable a fun and pleasant experience.
I know that this correlates badly with yesterday’s post, but wow.
It’s not like we’re a million miles away. It’s just not quite happening.
As I’ve said before: the teams that win the league are the ones who can play badly and get away with it. We’re playing ok, and we’re losing. And that doesn’t fill me with confidence.
I do think that we’ll turn it around, but it’s difficult to work on fixing stuff when it’s not absolutely clear just what it is that needs fixing.
Onwards and upward (because there’s no other direction in which to go at the moment).
Finally.
A goal.
A clean sheet.
A WIN!
All aboard the express train to the Premier League.