That run was like watching an u11 Tyro league game. "Pass the ball son, pass it. Okay good, but pass it now. Flynn's open, lay it off. Son, pass it... Okay, f*ck it, you've beaten their entire team keep going... no don't f*cking pass it, ah, you should have kept going, son!"
Was chatting to a Brummie on the way home, who claimed to be one of Fellow's mates. Even showed me the Whatsapp conversation they'd been having that very day. I told him to tell Tom to practice his bloody shooting.
Class player though. So refreshing to see players have the freedom to do what the hell they want.