Unfortunately, I think you’re probably right.
It’d fit in perfectly with the present flailing, directionless narrative.
I’m going to be embracing one of those weird fottballing odities later
My mates brother is coming over from Liverpool. They’ve invited us all round for a few beers, food and watching the late kick off Chelsea game. Because Mike, having been brought up in the centre of Liverpool, in a house full of scousers, during a childhood where they won absolutely everything….
Supports Chelsea! And has done all his life.
I have a certain admiration for that type of contraryness 😀