He couldn't find a way to fluff another.
He couldn't find a way to fluff another.
Ten league goals now this season. Reached par for his position.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!
Eleven. Tricky knows nothing as ever.
Fuck's sake. How did we not get a shot in there?
NOW DON’T FUCK IT UP!!!!!
and we screwed up the counter.
Chicago: Tachycardic.
Yates ahead of Dominguez is an interesting move.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!
YATES ASSIST GENIUS!
Yatesy god of crossing thunder!
Lovely MGW header.
Chicago: Feeling a little better.
3 shots on target, 3 goals.
We should definitely do more of that...
Correct use of 'loving feeling' is pleasing me.
Even with the Dubravka stoppage 8 minutes seems a lot. Lets not do a Villa.
Twelve. Keep up, Jake.
FOUR!
And goal for a centre forward at home!
W00tage!
The 5 defenders chasing Jesus looked like something out of a Benny Hill sketch.