Don't matter who it's against, although we should know what to expect from Seville by now, but when we start languid and passive like we did from the kick off, you know you're in the shit.
The other side are 3 down.
You know they've got fuck all else to lose
So you know they'll come flying at you.
Any other side would play in their half and not invite them on to you, but not us! No!
Come on lads - have the ball we don't mind.
CONTROL THE FUCKING GAME AND BALL!
So many times tonight we looked to offload the ball as they were flying at us. Hold the ball up and let them kick you for fucks sake - we were scared shitless of having the thing.
Anyway, we're still top and we've got Spartak at home. Infuriating, but the cold light of day it's ours to fuck up. All in our hands.
We didn't win a second ball all night. Can makes a break and should have hit the fucker - game over. Milly puts the ball across an open goal and all a lot of ours done was stare are it.
They cheated like fuck and got away with it and yes, the ref bottled it, but that's making excuses.
FUUUUCK. FUCK. FUCK!!!
And hearing the "experts" reveling in it as well. Worst thing is, they're right. We should have had that sewn up.
And if not for Karius, we'd have lost that, so fair play to the lad after all the knockers.
Let's twat Spartak now anyway. Frustrating as fuck.