Ok, let us get the easy thing out of the way. It was 12-2 and at half-time it was 2-2 and then madness ensued and chaos reigned. So, we do what any intellectual would do: AN AUTOPSY

The Luck & Mo: Seriously, is there any more hurt that can be rained upon Mo than what has transpired against him in the last few weeks. In today’s teams he was miles the best player on the pitch: tracking back, breaking play, high stamina, high pressing, finding the open man but luck intervened and deserted him on the goals front. Two catch-up cards gone, hasn’t got a win yet – more over Lochness Monster, there is a bigger mystery in town.

The Swappy Conundrum: Let us approach this using historical data: In the past 4 seasons, Swappy has never finished out of the semi-finalists positions and 83% of the time captains who pick him win. Eighty *mutha fooking* time – that is a higher percentage than a man wearing black pants on his birthday. That is in other terms, a scary skewed statistic which highlights his greatness as well as the difficulty in designing something against him. 83 percent….sleep on that folks!

The Unsung Heroes: How good are Rajesh, Chirag and Bharat – like seriously. I demand a drug test. Seriously.

The Woman at All-Star: When men behave like they have never seen a beautiful woman, you pass it as someone going through puberty or sexually deprived. Grown ass middle-aged men falling and tripping over someone shut the front door already.

The back-pass wonder goal: Distraction by the opposite sex, Sir? No, no I am not looking ok here’s a pass back. Ooops. Romy scores an own goal. Enough Said.

All-Star, Ha! The Star is The Huss: One on one against an all star is not easy. But to match him pace for pace, shoulder to shoulder then get a shot away while leaving the keeper with no choice. PRICELESS. The Huss is a legend, deny it at your own peril.

 

In the end, just another week of football and like always, nothing happened. Nothing At All.