Just spoke to the Boss, who was at the game after being offered tickets late on Friday: “Wish I had not bothered”
“First 40 minutes were so cagey it was a bit dull, but it was very even. When you scored - great goal by the way - we just fell apart. The second half you just tore us apart and it was like we did not have anyone who knew how to defend as a team. Austin dragged our back four everywhere and thats why Redmond and Tadic had a field day. I knew VVD was great but Romeu - wow - I had no idea he was that good! Battered us completely, it really should have been much worse”.
As he is recommending me for a permanent role here (my fixed contract runs out in 2 months) I lamely offered a “sorry your afternoon was wasted.” His reply “Oh get stuffed, you loved it and rightly so”.
This is true…no word of a lie…the White Witch of St Mary’s is my Sister-in-Law…Cerridwen Dragonoak Connelly is her sort of name but in truth I’ve only met her once. She did phone once to ask if I knew the whereabouts of my brother (her husband)…but I couldn’t help her…haven’t seen him for more than 15 years. Surely I sould have a badge for this Pap.
There’s no fooling you slowlane I am going to use this as a motivational video, you know, kind of a ‘‘At least I’m not as miserable as this guy’’ theme, to help me put things in perspective when I’m feeling down.
From the artificial crowd noise, to the thinly-spread and diluted fanbase, to the glory-hunters and hangers on, to the sterile airport-extension location of the ground, to the stupid countdown that they have during the pre-match build-up, to the crowd control people penning you in after the game, to the fact that authentic local-to-the-ground/tied-to-the-community pubs have been replaced by a big fuck off shopping centre with an actual casino advertised on the top of it, I can’t begin to imagine walking away from the stadium thinking ‘fuck, that’s where we’re going to be watching our football for the next three or four decades’ without feeling extreme buyers remorse.
And I truly think I’d be saying the same thing if the scoreline were reversed.
I am going to use this as a motivational video, you know, kind of a ‘‘At least I’m not as miserable as this guy’’ theme, to help me put things in perspective when I’m feeling down.
