Busy up until we went home really, I went to petrol for an hour. Always drama with me over there, the till point I was working on froze. Fantastic. Not. Even if it wasn't my fault I am certainly made to feel like it is. And then people wonder why I dislike going over there.
I'm only going to say this once. We didn't win, football kicked us in the gut again, mind you our lads didn't turn up in the second half, it was almost like we have one goal that'll do. They beat us on penalties, which it shouldn't have gone to. Never mind, all over now. They got us further than we have for a long time, but not good enough (or not nasty enough) against teams that pull, kick and throw themselves at the floor every tiny touch. Cheaters always win.
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