Popped down the pub with my mate tonight. He’s staying over as we have a 4am start. 6am TAP Air Portugal flight. Back Wed evening.
Anyway, we watched the manc game at the pub. Everything about watching them puts you off football. A mediocre team, who nick yet another win whilst the ref bottles it again on a penalty decision at Old Trafford. A blatant stone wall penalty. The whole manc team looked at the ref waiting for it – but it wasn’t given. Even red-nose was shouting at carrick to start using his head and think about what he’s doing. Red-nose saw that one, then. The refs are wankers. A fkn joke. A typical end to another manc game. It’s enough to put you off going.
“Time for bed”, said Zebedee. Night, night.