Feels like old times, going into the week of a NLD shitting bricks! If the sun is shining, and I've had a drink, I think an open match like this is likely to be just the ticket for us. During darker moments, I fear Lacazette like the reaper and smell sulphur wherever I turn.
But regardless of what's gone on, I reckon the lads will at least be up for it. That could bode ill if the scum play it smart, but I'm not sure they have it in them just yet.
Can't say how I hope we'll shape up, because what we've been doing thus far hasn't worked, but I can't think of many alternatives. Alli to come on at the hour for a couple crafty headers would be nice, but we don't have many secret weapons lying about. I'm hoping this is the time for Sonny to shine. He showed flashes of almost-brilliant on Sunday (before they were unceremoniously snuffed out) but if anyone's hungry, it'll be him.
Hoping the result, whatever it turns out to be, clears the air of whatever fart-stench has been lingering and unites the dressing room. COYS!!!