Okay. I would like to apologise for the foul-mouthed tirade at the fellow standing behind me who was abusing Paston for the second (clearly Siggy's fault) goal. Pasty of course kept us in it with some monster saves, but it's not nice to call someone a fat bearded genital orifice. If he's reading, accept my apologies, please. But please not that I am [b]not[/b] on drugs, thanks. I'm always like that, which is why I'm a goalkeeper.
Anyway. Hepatitis is sitting behind me on the bus to the airport, free wi-fi. I thought we looked great in the first half. But I had a sinking feeling when it went to the break because WSW were passing to feet; we were passing to about half-a-foot away from feet. I figured that would cost us when we didn't have the wind.
Huysgems was massive and deserved a goal. But our defence is full of holes. Another fan told me that we're trying to play a game that we're not good at yet... well, some people got what they wanted. They wanted Tim Brown gone, they wanted us trying to play Roar-style passing football. Here is your dream, and how does it feel?
Add to that a craptacular weather day in Wellington (seriously, this is midsummer?) and... for the first time I won't argue with the 
crowd. Not because I think he should go now, but because if he did, I honestly don't think it could get any worse.
See you all at Eden Park, I promise not to use the c-word this time.