Although not quite my usual effervescent, happy-go-lucky self, I'm nowhere near as distraught as I thought I'd be losing to them bastards. Any derby defeat leaves me in a foul temper, ready to tear someone's head off at the slightest provocation, but not today. Whilst I wanted to hammer the cnuts into the ground so deep that archeologists from the next millennium would never dig them up, last night's result hasn't dented my confidence for the rest of the season at all. A win was an absolute must for the vermin, and the fact that Peg put out such a strong team is testament to this. We could afford to let this one go, they couldn't.
But their win only gained them bragging rights for a while, nothing more: because they won't be going too far in this competition - judging by last night's offering they won't. Any team that gives the competition the 100% that we didn't will give them a fucking beating and a half, and then the meltdown will begin in earnest.