Looking forward to defeating West Ham and going on to tweak the noses of the Liverpools and Manchester uniteds of the league in the run-in. All the makings of a splendid last third of the season. We could soar up the table and even Everton are looking like heading into a bad run. Up the Saints!
Funnily enough, I just came back from the opera, but in contrast, I concentrated splendidly, not being particularly troubled by our vapid performance and exit from a dying cup.
I am curiously unmoved by this tepid exit of the Cup.
I was enthralled and converted to football and Saints in 76, aged 9, but the Cup has died as a competition.
Indeed. Which makes the decision to risk it all on a proven narcissist like Osvaldo seem even more odd than it did at the time.
This is a golden era for Saints, no mistake.