First ninety-eight minutes: really good.
Next four, thoroughly depressing.
First ninety-eight minutes: really good.
Next four, thoroughly depressing.
As in the REM song: It’s Been A Bad Day please don’t take a picture. (This one.)
Yeah. It’s not been a great one today, but then there have been some great ones lately and so it all balances out, I suppose. And there’s been nothing huge that’s gone wrong: merely a succession of minor irritations. A lot of work for very little reward.
No-one died. No-one was even more than mildly injured. It was all just not great.
You know the sort of day I’m talking about. We’ve all had them.
I will survive.
But that’s not to say that I wouldn’t mind a few more things going better tomorrow, please.
More then. (Almost certainly.)
Spurs put six past ManU.
Liverpool 4-1 down at Villa at half time. (Edit: finished 7-2 – ridiculous!)
We lost – again.
We didn’t really deserve to – again.
They should have had a sixth minute red card – but it didn’t happen.

At least we got a goal. We might even have got a point – but it didn’t happen.
Thankfully, it’s international break time now, so there’s no chance of anything happening for a while. I’m going to enjoy the time away from football. My love affair with The Beautiful Game is currently in tatters.