Astonishing. Felt quietly confident we could keep shape and even nick another until the sending off. Then resigned to the equaliser but even more down at the thought of missing Smithy for 3 games, and then despair at the inevitable equaliser and depressed at having to cling on against the miserable gob****e.
And then that...
Even ran upstairs and dragged my sleepy vaguely Miles supporting daughter out of bed to come down and watch the replays, both dancing on front of the screen at the match highlights.
Gonna be a big ask to stop up but we're fighting it. Olasunde was crying at the final whistle at being rescued from an own goal he could not be held accountable for. It means a lot to these players and proud of them whatever happened. But moments like that are what we cherish. Rare but go to the grave with us. Wish we could have been there.
Single malt awaits. Cheers y'all