A Martyr To The Cause

We had friends round for supper last night.

Which was fantastic of course.

But as with all good things in life there is always a price to pay.

One of the worst of which of course is missing MOTD.

Not that I'm that enamoured with the programme as regular readers will know.

But for those of us limited to four terrestrial channels it is a significant footballing lifeline.

You won't, therefore, be surprised to hear that this girl and her lover sacrificed their Sunday lie in this morning. Up before 7, wrapped up in our dressing gowns, complete with bleary eyes and woolly hair watching the Arse's great escape (they deserved more and that ball was definitely kept in by Walcott so they should have had the goal), an unlucky Fulham against an untidy (and if you don't mind me saying so somewhat rough) WBA, the Roon coming back into form (although ManUre's first goal was scored on the back of a foul on the goalie) and a lucky Middlesborough team (who as Mr Southgate himself admitted probably deserved to win some of their other recent matches more than this one).

So I'm a bit weary now. Maybe an afternoon nap is in order. After all - I don't want to be too tired to miss tonight's delights on MOTD2.