When their second went in, I admit I was a bit shocked. I really thought we had enough to beat them. At 3-0, there was the sullen realisation that we are well and truly fucked.
If I'm trying to be balanced (my heart is not in this, but I try to find some clarity in these times):
Despite Moyes, they have their new manager bounce and only one significant injury.
"We only lost by one" - Spurs '24-'25.
I only saw the second half and we were the better team for 60% of it.
To add insult to our self-injury, the ref was a fucking twat to us, again. Did we piss on their chips or something?
We're still in the cups. yay.
Our goal difference will probably keep us up.
To me, it looks like everyone knows we're all-in on the cups. We have to win something to drag this shitshow of a season (and Ange's career) out of the bin. I don't care what. I don't see it, but it ain't over til it's over.
I used to look forward to the footie.