The banners weren't banners - they were "tifos", and apparently good footballers have become "real ballers". Get a grip, grandad.
The Malmo fans who sang through 90+ minutes of their team being garbage were either happy to be somewhere interesting or just plain dumb.
The goals were worth the pain, I suppose. (1) Malenkovic got so bored having nothing to do, he decided to play right wing, expertly steering a cross off a defender's heel towards Yates, who swept home his first European goal, because Nottingham isn't in Europe. (2) An unmarked Yates jack-knifed a header goalwards, the Malmo goalie parried it, Kalimuendo guided it smartly into the net. Sean Dyche said he needed to get sharper. He looked sharp enough to me. (3) An unmarked Yates blasted the ball at the Malmo goalkeeper who blocked it but only to Malenkovic, now playing centre forward, who scored. Probably offside, but hey.
Sangare reminds me of Bluto.
I'm old enough to remember watching that final they were all going on about. To be honest, apart from Trevor Francis's goal, the overwhelming memory is one of sweat.
There was a great sense of satisfaction at the end, but no euphoria, because Malmo weren't much better than Liverpool, and momentum may carry you on its shoulders but it might just as easily pitch you into a cocked hat, whatever that is. We are 16th in both the Europa League and the Premier League. Don't get carried away.
McAtee needs a boot up the arse, Murillo cries wolf a lot, Yates could get booked in an empty room, and Jimmy Sinclair has to learn the difference between football and attempted murder.
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