I think, given the circumstances, we’ve actually done well here. It’s a cauldron out there, away from home in this intensely hostile atmosphere. The fans are practically breathing down the players’ necks; you’d think it’s the Champions League final. The facilities? Utterly prehistoric. No heating in the changing rooms - Werner’s been fuming since kickoff because there weren’t any hairdryers. Imagine trying to prepare for a game while shivering in a 5°C room. And let’s not even get started on the pitch, it’s like a battlefield. Divots everywhere, and half of its frozen solid. It’s always colder up here; it’s like stepping into the Arctic. No wonder the lads are struggling to string passes together. And let’s not forget the officiating. The referee’s so biased it feels like we’re playing against twelve men. Every decision seems to go their way - handballs? Ignored. Fouls? Non-existent. It’s as if VAR’s taken the night off too. We also have to address the freshness factor—Tamworth have no European football to contend with, so they’ve been resting all week while we’ve been slogging it out. It’s a real advantage when you’re not juggling all these European ties. People underestimate how different FA Cup football is. This isn’t the same game we play week in, week out, it’s raw, it’s gritty, it’s like stepping into another dimension of football entirely. Oh, and I don’t know if this is true, but there’s a rumour circulating on X that they’ve been slipping chunks of lasagne into the half-time sandwiches. Absolute mind games, that is. We all know what happened last time Spurs and lasagne were in the same sentence. It’s psychological warfare at its finest.
We take the lead with a goal crap enough to match our performance. No idea who scored, don't really care tbh.
Today is bad Ange-ball 2024-25 (steps away from full Portu-ball) . That the squad lapse into it is due to freedom from consequences.
