If you were like me then I bet after 13 mins you would have been expecting to be watching a bunch of egotistical blowhards, whose talents don’t add up to the front they put on in an effort to impress a successful billionaire and not watching a bunch of egotistical blowhards, whose talents don’t add up to the front they put on trying to commit suicide in a cup tie by 9pm.
I’m being flippant. We are not egotistical blowhards. Yet.
I had to trust the BBC for coverage. Paul Hartley was in the studio. Paul Hartley looked serious and beardy. If your mother had walked into house and said “Here is your new Step Dad” and last nights Paul Hartley had walked in then you would have fully expected to be under the patio before Christmas.
The commentating team kept on reminding us of our “2nd half capitulation” on Sunday. They nearly got another one.
Stokes got two goals and the returning McGinn the other. Another ‘honest mistake’ saw us being prevented from going 4 up. There was bright spots in Danny and Fraser but really it was 75 mins of being out-played.
The game? Let’s just say that a Social Worker this morning is waking up to a case file concerning a battered football with air sickness.