I drove back from Stoke first thing yesterday, then straight onto a cruise ship to do a job. Finished that and checked the score; 1-0. Page refreshed, 2-0. Get in, have a kip, three points more or less in the bank, even google was quoting percentages at that stage which were win 87%, draw 10%, defeat 3%. Even we can't f*ck that up I thought, and fell asleep happy. Woke up an hour later.
We've surely got to be down now. We aren't going to make up a five point deficit in five games, if we can manage to lose a game that we're leading by two with twenty minutes left we aren't going to get out of this. Until yesterday I always felt we had a good chance of somehow squeaking out of it, but that's got to be game over. Any remaining stuffing must have been knocked out of the players by that, we're like a punch drunk boxer waiting for the coup de grâce.