There have been six Premiership matches played this weekend. And from those, 3 of the bottom 5 teams won their matches. Which itself is a bit odd. It’s not for winning games that these clubs get to be in trouble. Bournemouth, also in the bottom 5, drew with Chelsea, who really should be in the bottom five, on moral grounds. The 5th club ‘down there’, Aston Villa, play in the Caribao Cup Final today against Manchester City. Which should be a foregone conclusion. The great, the magnificent, the majestic, the oil-funded, the corrupt flash-boys with a chip on their collective shoulder as big as the words ‘MANCHESTER UNITED’, went to Madrid in the week and left the Bernabau stadium victorious. So how hard should it be to beat shitty Villa at Wembley? But… but… but…

But its football. And there’s no guarantees and form, current or otherwise, is simply no guide. Because 3rd place Leicester went to bottom placed Norwich on Friday night and lost. That shouldn’t happen, surely. Then West Ham won a game. Doesn’t matter who they’re playing, that should NEVER happen. But best of all was to be found at Vicarage Road in Watford.

Where any kind of form book was not merely thrown out of the window but then picked up by savages, hacked to pieces with machetes, doused in oil (but rape seed oil because Greta Thunberg’s in town) and burned to ashes. Because the mighty unbeatables of Liverpool arrived. Well, unbeatable in the league, few minor problems in European competitions, and on a run of 18 consecutive wins. And they came to play Watford, who started this season with 11 straight losses but are currently actually enjoying a bit of a resurgence under their third manager of this season (so far). Still, they were in the bottom 3 and looking hopeless whilst the Liverpool machine just wins and wins and wins.

Until yesterday. Then they lost. And they lost a lot. Rather than just losing the game, they lost about 17 records for winning streaks and length of unbeaten-ness and having the most dashing manager, and all sorts. They also failed to score for the first time since the war, and didn’t just lose but lost 3-nil, which some (ok, me) consider a minor thrashing. The first half was unremarkable. The best player of that period was Watford’s Barcelona reject Gerard Delofeu. So when he was carried off on a stretcher it looked like the tide might turn into a red one. As so often happens. But it didn’t. Watford were just brilliant. Bold, forceful and not for one second intimidated by Liverpool’s reputation, results or previous invincibility. Quite amazing.

So its a weekend for the shit teams. Let’s hope this persists this afternoon as Spurs, definitely currently a ‘shit team’, take on Wolves, currently a very impressive team.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx