This is but a distraction, a bauble dangled in front of us so that we might for a couple hours forget our slow blunder toward the grave. And even then, it is a poor offering; we cheer in pitiable futility for an outcome we know to be beyond our grasp, like a man condemned by a terminal condition who exclaims that he feels good when the morning sun arises. Alas. To our destiny we march, like cattle mournful-eyed through the slaughterhouse door. Our presence is preordained; our ultimate fate known to all but ourselves. Step, step, step on to the killing floor. It'll only hurt for a moment. Lineups! Saints: GK: Too Slow DEF: Can't Cross, Panics, Wantaway, Uninterested DEF MID: Sold in the Summer, Strangely-Shaped Head ATT MID: Can't Shoot, Too Mundane, Can't Shoot FW: A Man Untethered from His Surroundings, Running Wordlessly In the Void, Shouting Silently Into an Existential Fog For a Pass That Will Never Come. Liverpool: Eleven Men Whose Flaws are Negligible When Compared to Those of Our Own Troupe. Predicted Score: Inconsequential; only the end result matters, and this will be consigned to our fleeting memories as a failure. Gameday music:
In the theme of being bleak and awful....how about VVD picks up a mysterious knock and is unavailable. Maya misses his plane so we start with Jan and Gardos
I think some of our players will put in the effort. It's not everyday you can impress a future employer.
In line with the tone of the thread, I predict a tonking Senegal have qualified so pool fans hopeful Mane will be sent back early rather than playing on Thursday.
Cheer up, Schad, you know what they say: "Some things in life are bad, they can really make you mad, Other things will make you swear and curse. When you're chewing on life's gristle, Don't grumble, give a whistle, And this'll help things turn out for the best. (Altogether now) Always look on the bright side of life, etc....