So we’re faced with a situation that is not so much merely ‘unprecedented’ as almost ‘unique in the annals of history’. Thus, before we get too harsh on our government (even though they totally fucking deserve it, and more) we must appreciate the horrors of having to face a problem which changes its face daily. Which shape-shifts, alters its course and yet in all guises remains devastating and destructive to our way of life.

I speak, of course, about Brexit. Which, in turn, remains, the most boring, long-winded, ill-conceived love child of Nigel Farage and Boris sodding Johnson. Both of whom will suffer eternity in the fires of hell.

Whereas for those of a much purer, whiter, cleaner spiritual base, we have to take ‘hell’ where we find it. And for me, personally speaking, that place is football. Dante’s 10th level. He supported Fiorentina.

So this is hell.

We (I feel I can include myself in all facets of ‘my’ team, thus the use of the first person) are top of the league. Ok, its a bit precarious, we’re not like 16 points clear with 3 games in hand, we’re more… sort of resting there. Hopefully to stay rather than just keeping it warm for another team. Yet we like it there. It feels nice. I could get used to it. (I’d give at least one of my own limbs to get used to it).

So on the weekend Chelsea, one of the ‘chasing pack’ fucked up. Great news. Manchester City fucked up. Fab. Arsenal fucked up, which was of no consequence for the top of the league whatsoever, I just mention it for fun. And eventually, Liverpool fucked up with a mere draw at Fulham. So that was the weekend to consolidate. Get some breathing space at the top. And ‘all we had to do’ was beat Crystal Palace. But we failed. It didn’t happen. We drew. Thus remained top, level on points but ahead on goal difference, with Liverpool.

Who we play tonight.

To facilitate our way, Chelsea again lost last night and Man City quite honestly just don’t count any longer. Once again leaving our stars perfectly aligned. With a win we put distance between us and ‘the rest’. Not a million mile distance, but something. If we draw we stay top but become vulnerable to Leicester and Southampton who are (unbelievably) our main rivals other than the Scousers.

And that is my definition of ‘hell’. When all is in place and we ‘just’ have to…

HELP MEEEEEEE!!!

A xxx