The really shouty bit after about half an hour, about people being cunts if they use the phrase "papering over the cracks" - isn't Sunday THE very definition of that phrase?
Let's not forget that we were getting our arses handed to us for 80 minutes by a team of utter shite that hadn't scored since Methuselah was shitting his nappy. Aye, happiness abounded when we scored (as it always does), but in no way should this mean we forget the previous 80 minutes of our team playing like utter cunts.
Also noticeable, incidentally, was Windy's quite correct assertion that a lot of the players were not giving a fuck. This, you all safely agreed with. A fucking dirty big bastard crack if ever there was one, but hardly discussed due to the Harry Kane pattern on the new wallpaper that covered it up.
There's something wrong with us just now. There's no Roberts or Gough to hoof forwards up the hole, no Gazza dribbling, Ginola weaving down the wing, Waddle doing whatever the fuck he called that run of his. No Lineker poaching, no Archibald elbows. Just no fucking guts and one spawny deflected free kick against one of the worst teams in the league adds not the slightest iota of glory.
We shouldn't say "papering over the cracks"? We should smile, laugh and accept mediocrity? Fuck that.