Welcome back to a world at war. At least that’s the mentality we’d whipped up our siblings into. The rules make it tough, so we have to keep them hungry. If you missed last week, you can catch up here.
Jostein Flo is a born-again Premier League hustler. He’s taken inspiration form @Emsonite and Adrian Littlejohn no doubt. Ain’t no doubt. It’s plain to see. Food poisoning for Phil Neville forces us to find a new ‘keeper in the squad for the trip to Merseyside.
Big Frank has a hell of a game in the sticks. Next it’s a top of the table clash with United. It could and should have been more than 3. Flo riders.
We regain our perch.
The goals continue to Flo, and the puns are here to stay.
Here is the stupid mess that has helped us find our golden touch.
A few injuries and a season ender for Youri.
Our rules make it tricky to keep a side together. And it leads to our first failed mission as we bow out of the League Cup on pelanties.
We pick ourselves up for mid-table games against Leeds and Leicester but it’s not enough.
We waste the chance to build up a lead as United draw. Taxi for Patxi. We’ll miss him. This is brutal. Much worse:
Another two games produce the same results against worse opposition.
The table is on a knife edge.
However, West Ham feel sorry for us. (Forgive me my mistake for not putting Jarle Flo on the bench).
F***. This is awful, he’s been brilliant and it also means we lose Brian.
Our vision is troubled, as all we see is black and white. But it’s not straight forward!
You can imagine at the third time of asking the fans were bored and the attendance fell. Less pressure and we get the job done. The injuries and constant change are beginning to take their toll:
And then ooooffff. What. A. Result!
Real can’t handle the Flo. That sets us up nicely for the return leg at home. Hopefully we don’t screw it up.
De Boer is lethal in the sticks, he’s the new Phil. Steve and his nose are having one hell of a game for Coventry until the deadlock is broken late on and we power through.
This is Jostein Flo’s world, and we just live in it.
The title race is set to be a humdinger down to the wire, a three-horse race.
And with that, we’re into the run in with a League and Cup double to chase domestically and we’re still very much alive in the Champions League. Here’s to hoping the De Boers’ and the Laudrups’ can keep fit!!!