What. A. Result. COYB!
03:00 here in Aus, and at 02:45 the eyelids were getting heavy, frustration at the lack of end product was starting to turn into disappointment, and I was absolutely craving us to just put a few crosses into the box.
Then that bolt from the blue from Ouattara, followed by the skipper’s big nog, and suddenly I feel like I’ve just sunk 10 espressos.
Guess I’m up until work tomorrow now then.
COME ON THE LADS.
What a difference having some physicality makes. Absolutely dominated a diminutive Fulham side last 15 minutes, Pala was a tank. Role reversal from our last outing in the Prem. [Post edited 10 Oct 17:12]
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