Just before he received the ball I had an inkling he was going to shoot, something to do with his body shape, or the way he looked up, or maybe just the fact that he’s Daniel Sturridge, I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it just looked like he was thinking about it. To my eternal shame I shouted “No, don’t shoot from there for fu...”. Didn’t finish the sentence, or rather I did, but it didn’t end how I thought it would when I started it.
What do I know, eh?
Well in Danny.