Do I have to do this?
Urgh… This is a result that has made me feel worse the more time goes on. The beauty of social media.
1. I’m to blame for the injuries
It’s true. It’s my fault. My nephew gave me a Trossard football card recently, which I decided to proudly showcase on my tv cabinet after our last game. Little did I know I jinxed the man. And Rice. The loss of Rice at half time was a game-changer. I praised him after the midweek game and now the footballing Gods have put me in my place. No longer will I compliment our players.
2. A draw was probably fair. But I don’t like it.
That miss by Jesus when we were 1-0 up will give me nightmares. I knew it’d come back to haunt us. At 2-0 it’s not as if we would have conceded two goals… Oh.
In some matches I tend to do something to keep myself busy – during this game it was building IKEA furniture. Not an easy feat when you have the shakes.
At 2-2 I was probably more worried about losing the game than the game staying a draw. I just wouldn’t have been able to stomach losing. So, at the whistle there may have been a part of me that was relieved.
3. Gary Neville is a dick
That was a handball. And therefore, a penalty. How was there even a debate about it? Yeah, you can call it unlucky, but rules are rules.
Neville tried very hard to make excuses for why the penalty shouldn’t have been awarded. I was starting to think he was trying to somehow influence the referees – I’m assuming VAR has commentary on full blast during games. He was so pro-Sp*rs during this game it made me sick.
4. We need a clinical striker
I said it in my review of last season, but we really need a clinical striker that can play alongside Jesus in games like these. If we’re going to be ruthless with the goalkeeping position, then we can’t ignore the forward position.
5. That was a dive by Kane
Sorry, old habit. I hate Sp*rs.
Song at the whistle
Bringing out my teenage tracks…
Let’s bounce back with a win. COYG!
