Just A Little Prick

I didn't manage to get to the match today but I listened to it on the radio.

I thought we were in trouble as soon as Taylor-Fletcher scored but then in the second half The Foxes seemed to be getting it more together.

I was happily strumming my guitar as I heard Howard put the ball in the net for us. Just managed to keep enough wits about me not to drop it as I jumped up in delight, cheering.

But later on it all went horribly wrong with some suspect decisions by the referee - including a missed 'handball' by Blackpool and a very dodgy dive by the aptly named Dickov, which resulted in a free kick.

The game could probably have gone either way or no way but even so the 2 - 1 result feels harsh. How wonderful it would have been to be celebrating this evening.

The shoots of recovery are visible. But we are nowhere near a harvest yet.

Then again, as the old Spanish proverb goes:

"He that has a good harvest must be content with a few thistles"

Or to quote another proverb:

"Who gathers thistles may expect pricks"

Guess today proves the point.