520 mile round trip but got 54 mpg so not that bad, but had to go a slightly longer route as the A34 was fucked near Oxford.
Decent parking space and at least the rags only drew. Then the game kicked-off and it went downhill.
We gave them lots of space to attack and made it easy for them to use their pace. We didn't press. We couldn't find space and we gave the ball away far too often, sometimes because there wasn't a pass on because no fucker moved and sometimes because we just didn't have a clue.
Pass and move? Nice idea but pass and watch gormlessly tends not to work. And so we find ourselves two-one down and he brings on MDM. WTF? I mean wt fucking f indeed. Then it's 4-1 and Nacho shows why he should have been ahead of Wilf in the pecking order. - And some cunts were praising MP for bringing him on slowly when the rest can see that had be been played ahead of Wilf then we might have another few points in the bag.
Anyway it's 4-2 and there are ten minutes remaining. So was there any urgency? Was there any desire to get the ball forward and pressurise the Saints defence? We had two free kicks just inside their half and we have Wilf, MDM, Otto and Mangler to aim at - so we played silly sideways balls that came to nothing.
Fucking shambolic. And we didn't even get to see Nacho's goals as the small-time, brown shoe cunts don't show away teams goals on the big screen.
Never mind, we'll look back and laugh when Vinnie picks up the trophy in Milan.