Sometimes football is the greatest thing ever invented, (that’d be when we win then), other than perhaps the wheel, V8 engines, Cadburys and… oh yeah, and women. And sometimes it feels like shit and you really wish you were like the 24% of the country who just say ‘oh, who played last night then? Did Stanley Matthews score again?’ Because if you’re going to lose, at least do it properly. Losing can be humbling but it can also be dignified, motivational for the next game, a test of character. But ‘losing’ by conceding a (virtually) last minute equaliser is really really horrible. And nasty. Unfriendly. Its actually a draw but it feels like you’ve lost. Just as those horrible Dutch fans felt like they’d won the World Cup when that goal went in last night at the ‘Phillips Arena’ somewhere in the Netherlands. And if you think where abouts your ‘Nether regions’ lie, I think that just about says it all.

So now we’ve played 3 matches in the Champions League and have 1 point to show for them. Just 1. But now I’m going to think positive. We can still qualify for the knockout stages. We just have to beat Barcelona in the New Camp, and how hard can that be, really? And beat some Italians and also beat PSV when they play us on proper, British soil, in 2 weeks time.

Before then, it would appear that 120,000 Americans are going to receive parcel bombs in the mail. That’s if they’re sent to all Democrats and not just those who’ve spoken out against Trump. Is this Donald’s Mohammed bin Salman moment? Because the bombs, all nine of them thus far, have all been received by Trump critics. If they intend to send to every such person in the world they’ll run out of explosives. So they’ve started in New York. With Hilary Clinton. Barak Obama. Various other politicians and Democrat supporting media groups. Which is fine. They’re in the game, they know the risks. But this morning, the 9th parcel was sent to… Robert De Niro!!! I mean, come on; the man is royalty, verging on deity. I’m not talking about Fockers and Fathers of Bride and all that pension-lining garbage. Taxi Driver. Godfather. Goodfellas. He was the Italian’s Italian. Still is really.

Though I suppose its when they start on overseas, Trump-critical bloggers that I really need to start worrying.

Happy Thursday

A xxxx