The bubble burst, but we’re still there

NOW can our title claims be taken seriously? … Kelly, shut your big fat gob.

I had to ask didn’t I? Years of subservience to the darker side of life and stubborn refusal to acknowledge the sunshine if there’s a cloud within a million mile radius, tossed into the flickering embers of one excellent win in the capital.

We were getting a little too comfortable with the invisible helping hand. Deflected goals, own goals, red cards and brainstorm penalties. When would it end? Never, we were hoping, as implausible as that sounds.