I'm still recovering from that bizarre football match on tv last night.
The mighty Spurs had somehow contrived to find themselves three goals down despite having taken the lead initially and having looked, for the most part, a thoroughly decent outfit. Of course it doesn't help that their goalkeeper doesn't appear to be able to catch the ball. Or ever block any shots at goal either, even flukily. Bah.
That said, a sterling second-half fight-back just as I was on the verge of slitting my wrists saw the match end 4 each. it also meant that I didn't go to bed as grumpy as I'd been half an hour previously.
Maybe it's also saved Mr Jol's job for a little while longer. I hope so, as he's assembled a really strong squad of players if only they could start to put some results together. Paul Robinson aside that is, who seems to have lost the plot altogether lately.
The tide will surely turn. Or maybe that's my famous optimism shining through, heh heh.
Time will tell...
Today has been lovely and sunny - and even pretty warm in the sun.
I've felt a bit off-colour, though. Poor me.
I'm hoping a pizza and some Saxondale (or maybe even Heroes) on tv tonight will cheer me up.
I've got the F.E.A.R.
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