After rage comes depression.
I was boiling at the final whistle, but now it's really sunk in, like a dark low-lying cloud, what a God Almighty cock-up that was. We could have been comfortable tonight, and gone into Saturday's match in a good frame of mind. That's out the window now. Of the three that remained, that should have easily been the game we had the least trouble with.
Having done the hard work against Everton, Villa, Wolves — all potentially tricky games where a draw in at least one of them would not have surprised me in the least — the players must be utterly kicking themselves tonight. But we struggled in those three games too — that's the truth. We've not been genuinely good since last summer.
We may qualify for the CL. We may win the F.A. Cup. But there are hard questions to be asked, and short-time satisfactions should not deflect them. Pep's paid a cartload of money to answer them. Is he still the right man? I… think so. How can you say not, when you look back at the incredible riches of the last eight years. But is it the time to look back, now?
But part of that problem today definitely came from him. He starts Doku, Savinho, Marmoush and maybe Nico O'Reilly at the start of the second half, or shortly after it, when it still meant something, and I think we have a very good chance of breaking them down and going out say 2-0 to the good.
Ah, fuck it!