Well as predicted they did give us a good seeing too. The first half was as bad as we've played all season, and we were lucky to be 0-1. Cheeky Joe playing a blinder. Second half changes made a difference but we didn't really create that much. Ronaldo baiting was the highlight and full marks to the ballboy who launched one at the slimey one's chest. The sending off? At the time we had no idea why, thought it might have been for dissent, but the radio says blatant handball, whatever, biggest cheer of the day...tosspot.
You don't know how much I hate losing to them and even when we don't deserve it, it still hurts like hell..its like having your pubes pulled out one by one with pliers by the girl of your dreams who's turned out to be Glenn Close, or eating a Chicken balti pie and half way through find the chicken has eyes, or waking up one day to find Rooney has moved in next door and the programme makers from 'neighbours from hell' have arrived, or buying a six pack of Stella on offer at Asda only to find they were 36p cheaper at Aldi, or winning the scoop 6 only to share the divi with Gaz Jones, or having the cat use your state of sexual arousal as a clawing post, or dreaming that your happy then waking up and finding...oh my god..you're still the same miserable bleeder you were before you went to sleep, or reversing into Ol' Rednose's car only to find that he sold it last week (it wasn't me officer honestly), or being invited to the Catflap Christmas office party only to find the door to the photocopier room has been locked (to prevent misdemeanours so they claim), or...