My teen beast told me on Saturday night that she could see both United and Arsenal dropping points.
I reasoned with her as best I could with the powerful logic at my disposal..
"But it's Hudders ****ing field, the 2nd worst top division in my 52 years on the planet! And Brighton who are shockingly bad and even lost at home to bloody Cardiff!"
We spent Sunday in Brighton with the uni kid and met her boyfriend for the first time...we had one rule growing up...do not fall in love with a gooner....yep....you've guessed the punchline.

When united took the lead I gave her the all knowing father look. When I told her the result she didn't gloat but gave a smirk.
When Arsenal took the lead gooner boy looked happy as he glanced at his phone but said nothing. I gave the teen beast a knowing fatherly look.
At the final result the three of us said nothing but smiled so not to destroy gooner boy on the first time of meeting us.
When we dropped him of the three of us were jubilant.
On the way home the teen beast went right into her I told you so speech and to be fair to her she rubbed my all knowing fatherliness right in the ****
I then do as I do and started imaging the hurt and pain that could come next Sunday and she almost beat me!
So I placed my tenner bet at 200/1 On arsenal to come 4th as my insurance policy.
And now I am calmly imagining what i will spend my winnings on.