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Speaking of demolitions....

Last match of the season and nothing left to play for. Ownership issues, a manager that might be jumping jumping ship shortly and a swirling cloud of doom and gloom is exactly how a Sunday morning should be spent. If that doesn’t motivate me to exit my Gin induced stupor and jump right out of bed first thing then nothing will.  Thankfully, we’ve got Hull City tomorrow and despite our pantomime injuries and overall lack of gumption we’ve still got an overwhelming chance of ending this season on a high note. Will I be there? With a bottle of Advil, some V8 and a big red blanket….

In two weeks I’m going to be bitching and moaning about not being able to watch the ‘Pool, so I’ll drag my ass out of the warm bed and onto the internets. You might reference the upcoming World Cup as a reason to be optimistic but I support England¹ so you can keep your trap shut as far as I’m concerned. As entertaining as watching them go out on penalties is going to be, it’s still not the same.

This might be a match that means nothing to no one but I’ll confess I’m still looking forward to it². After a fantasy run in the EPL, Hull has been relegated to the wilderness of the Fizzy Pop Kick-About League and we’ve got, at the very least, 7th place on lock down. Should Villa lose or draw with Blackburn, we’re staying in 6th and avoiding a Europa League Qualifier. Now excuse with I go brush my teeth³.

They’ve got injuries, a player suspended for headbutting and Ian Dowie⁴ at the helm. We’ve got the best holding midfielder in the World playing right back, an Italian star who can’t get a break and a serious inferiority complex. How could this not be anything but entertaining?

-steven.

1. Fuckin’ nancey boys… [↩]
2. In a can’t look away from a train wreck kind of way… [↩]
3. Saying that last sentence made me feel dirty… [↩]
4. Queue ominous music [↩]