I was reliant on liescores on my phone. It said 0-1 with 90 on the clock. I turned it on again and misread Coventry Burnley which ended 1-1. How I damned the team. 'We can never hold a lead' I muttered. 'Bollocks, ****, arse and twat'. 'What's wrong, Dad?' asked my eight year old who I thought was jumping on the trampoline outside. 'City, another draw.' After a berating for foul language from the Mrs I went to peel potatoes and heard the result proper on the radio. JOY! Even better than a last minute winner. What's more, I'm closing in on Siam in the race for predictor of the season. I may change my name to GLAMMYSTICmorgan. Come on bluebirds!