Well, what an odd first half.
Barnsley were tigerish in the press, as you'd expect in their cup final, but Wednesday dominant and threatening more and more as the half wore on.
A good goal from #LeeGregory, and only a proper world-class save from the Dingle goalkeeper stops #MichaelSmith making it two for the #Owls with a header.
(Oh, and we let them score two (good) goals within LITERALLY 13 seconds of each other.)
And my bladder held out too - this must omen well.
Reinstate both buggar and bollocks, add in a piss and a tits.
Wednesday could and should have strolled that. But Barnsley deserved the win - if you give the oppostion easy opportunities to score 3 goals, you can't complain when they take them. (And they took them well.)
Brilliant game of #football, better than anything you'll've seen in the blood-money-billionaire leagues this year.
Stick your #EuropeanSuperLeague up your bollocks. Gimme a local derby in the rain any day.
I think I am reasonably magnanimous in the face of defeat by the Dingles because I was wholly expecting it. Their cup final, us unbeaten for 23 games, not lost there for donkey's years, etc.
But I absolutely did not expect #SWFC to lose like that. I was expecting a dud performance, rathering than us battering them and (deservedly) losing anyway.
And I can't even drink heavily in response, for I have a hospital appointment in the morning. Ho hum. We go again.