A funny thing happened tonight. At first I was worried we'd get beaten badly and embarrassed with a big score, but as the game wore on I realised that something else was worse than getting Twatted, and that is watching my team, whose moniker is 'pride in battle', to have forgotten the essence of our club. No fight, no urgency and absolutely no passion(apart from the fans).
I am not one to slaughter the team, but a semi final should not be played like a training game. So all bets are off.
Let the slaughter begin...