Not a huge amount about us in the Arse Mania match thread, with opinion evenly split between those who think Mourinho did a job on them and those who think it was all down to their defence.
I did like this post though, about their back three, which definitely fell into the latter camp...
Georges-Kevin Nkoudou came on for the last six minutes of our game against Villa.
In those six minutes, there were five shots (two for them, three for us) and one goal (for us) to make it a 3-1 victory.
Extrapolating from that, I like to think that, in an alternative universe where he didn't...
If you look at the original graphic, you'll find that they're actually self-depreciating, rather than self-deprecating.
I guess that means they used to be valued supporters at one time, but now, not so much.
Whatever way you look at it, 10th vs 11th is possibly the least exciting fixture there can possibly be.
Rather like SC, the Everton forum NSNO is evenly spilt between creeping optimism, gathering despair and kill-me-now apathy, with this comment possibly summing things up best
I think this...
David Weir grew up in the 1970s and early 1980s.
He'll have watched a lot of Top of the Pops and listened to a lot of Radio 1 because, frankly, there will have been fuck all else to do in Falkirk.
He'll therefore have been highly familiar with the then popular DJ, David 'Kid' Jensen.
Actually, it was down to a spectacularly stupid own goal.
Hotspur lifted his visor to see what was going on and got an arrow in the face.
Probably not quite up there with the writer Saki - who, fearing that a lit fag-end might give away his company's positions, shouted 'Put that bloody...
As far as I can tell, Harry Hotspur spent most of his time beating up the French, Scots, Welsh and Irish.
Which is fair enough. Nothing history-erasing about that. More akin to Dylan Hartley on a horse than anything.
Anyway, he then got cocky, overreached himself and suffered a heavy defeat...
First-time poster makes daring proposal for Spurs to throw big money in the direction of Norwich City.
Anyone else thinking JME-9 can knock up a decent carbonara and is prone to shouting 'let's be 'avin you'?
You know when your family dog gets a bit old, and he starts barking at the wall and attacking the bath mat and pissing in the cupboard, and you know you should really put him down, but he just looks at you with those big sad eyes and you remember all the fun you've had, so you decide to put it...