Bitter, bitter sweet

Far more bitter than sweet. Drawing 1-1 at home against West Bromwich Albion in the second game of the season, having outplayed them throughout. Hitting the back of the net three times, twice disallowed. Conceding the equaliser in extra time after a goalmouth shambles (what was Friedel doing just standing on the goal-line?). And Agatha lost her new glasses in the East Stand.

Sweet was Ledley’s reception at half-time, and Benoit’s corker of a goal in the second half. (Have we mentioned that Agatha has a bit of a crush? She likes to call him by his first name.)



A brief few moments of sunshine today

Mildred couldn’t make it to the match today, but we are both still hopeful for the new season. Livermore is growing in confidence and linking up well with Walker. Sandro was solid (mostly), and Friedel, aforementioned shambles apart, was otherwise safe.  Vertonghen was a bit shaky at the start and got turned a couple of times by Lukaku, but he looked pretty tidy overall.  We like Bale playing wide, and he had a good game today.

And anyway, we’re usually here or hereabouts at this stage. Sigh. Onwards and upwards.

Agatha