Had a horrible dream last night. For some reason we had ended up with Pardew again and everyone was obviously furious, so we went into our first game, lost 5-0. 2nd game was 8-0 loss, then it was a 7-0 loss and the fans were hoying everything they could on the pitch and going insane. Next game we had our keeper sent off so I had to go on to replace him and ended up conceding at least 4.
It was part hilarious but also grim as fuck!
Obviously woke up remembering we still had Bruce, sighing heavily, then getting on with my morning