I would rather like to see some shithousery and skullduggery and 3 points, than the abject shite we performed this evening. As usual, we could hardly tempt the opposing keeper to stretch for a cross or save. We were utterly pathetic.
Although I fear he will summon me to Room 101, where I will be made to kneel in front of Regan Poole and his mate Bumall and praise them for their contributions to the Imps wellbeing this season. Harry, Harry, Harry Harry Anderson!