You can all call me crazy, but I actually enjoyed that, the result notwithstanding.
Everyone was covered in dirt 20 minutes in, you could almost hear the thuds, and no cunt (ours or theirs) was permitted a second on the ball before an opponent (usually more than one) was all over him. Yet there there were moments of skill, linked up by some hard running.
I don't know how to make Burnley or Stoke sound Italian, but this was a particularly obdurate defence (on a Tuesday no less) and 2010 Barca would have struggled to create many clear-cut opportunities. We used our width but never gave up on threatening through the middle, and every man was up for a tussle (see dirty shirt reference above).
And both Skipp and Sarr were revelations.
None of it was scintillating, but that's the kind of play you need to be able to come at head-on pretty often in football. We can't play Leeds every week.
I know, we lost 1-0 but I like us having that kind of robust display in our locker.