Liquid football. Honourable mentions to the back-four and ‘keeper, a fourth successive
clean-sheet leaving me not so much applauding as looking around suspiciously to wonder what the
devil is going on. However, the day belonged to those at the other end. While it made for anxious
viewing as the second half wore on, the brand of football purveyed was of the sort I could have
watched non-stop for hours, slick little one-touch passes lifted straight from that pre-match
six-a-side drill the players undertake up by the halfway line.
Today's the day. I've been up working since about 7 and will be back to it after the game.
In the meantime I am attempting to break down a frighteningly large task into smaller, manageable
ones, and that being hard to do, have made a cup of tea and come to write something here.
I find myself wondering "what would Elliot Hope do?
