In response to the Newcastle debacle, I suggested that we “move on and use the disappointment (and, I hope, anger) to rebound decisively against Leicester”. Well, in the words of that eminent swamp philosopher, “That’ll do, Donkey. That’ll do.”
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I nearly didn’t watch this one. At least, I nearly didn’t watch it live; I was going to hold off and wait for the result to see if I was going to bother. Then I had a look at what BT was offering up as entertainment, bought my PRTV pass, and settled down for what I was expecting to be a painful couple of hours.
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Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Well, if it’s fantasy, don’t wake me up, I’m enjoying myself.
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Well, that was less comfortable than maybe it should have been but less bum-clenchingly tense than it could have been.
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We greeted the dawn of the new, Sanderson, ear’ole with a hard-fought, somewhat scrappy, but ultimately very satisfying, win.
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I can’t help it. Twenty-five-odd years of supporting Sale have planted a demon in my brain whose only job is to say, before any match, “they’re fully capable of buggering this one up, you know”.
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an old grey dog 