A rather miserable weekend. It didn't start that way. Derby day arrived with all the customary excitement, hopes were high. Then things got better, a two goal lead before half time! What more could we ask for. But worrying signs began to creep in, Maroune Chamakh stopping suddenly in the box when clean through and bearing down on goal. Why! why i cried and why you may well ask. No one knows.
Then it all went downhill. Gareth Bale scored a goal. (it pains me to type that sentence.) A mere consolation I thought, its fine we'll go straight down the other end and score. But we didn't. Cesc Fabregas did the unthinkable and the inexplicable, gave away a needless penalty for no goddamned reason. Had some sort of brain episode and stuck his arm right out with a free kick coming right at him. Idiot.
Then the hammer blow. The dagger through my heart. 3-2. 85th minute. Bastards.
What made it really hard to take apart from everything I've just mentioned is that we didn't play that badly in the second half, we had way way more chances than they did. There was absolutely no way this was a deserved defeat. But as always we should be grateful for small mercies and God delivered us a small mercy. No sorry, a big mercy. Chelsea lost to Birmingham. HA. (sorry just had to do that.)
Also some more small mercies - Robin van Persie played, looked like he's getting there. And today I hear news that AARON RAMSEY played 45 minutes for the reserves! Joy to the world! Our boy wonder is back! We have a far better welsh wunderkid. Screw you Gareth Bale. Screw you to space.
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