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Same. I'm actually liking this cold snap, gives me a chance to crack out some nice winter clothing I hadn't worn this year.

Sometimes you can write a team of the week joke too well. Should've scuffed it.

Maybe he'll finally get that reunion with Ashley Williams he was so desperate for.

I find their very presence in football a bit depressing really; each time someone like Walcott ends up there I want to shout "you poor fucker, run while you can". Then Aaron Lennon's face comes to mind, a face that could see the gloom on the horizon as if he was adrift at sea, staring into the eye of a storm sure to wreck what's left of his career. This is the way the world ends, he's thinking, not with a bang, but a transfer to Everton. I try to laugh at them, but instead it's like watching a heavyweight boxer you once disliked go on too long. He may try the odd Ali shuffle or wind-up punch, but he's become a punch-drunk faded journeyman, taking blows from bouncers, fat fucks and part time hardmen. A slurring embittered shell of a man whose brains have long been battered out of his earholes, whose sole claim to fame remains his cross town rival with whom he once traded blows. You try to summon hate, but instead find merely the trace memory of it, and in its place lies something else, pity. Actually, I've just remembered the Calvert-Lewin penalty and the Heysel stickers, fuck 'em, I hope they spend years swirling the toilet bowl of this league without ever getting the sweet release of being flushed for good. They're cursed to remain the league's floaters.

I don't think the keeper would've saved it, but that's not the same as him not interfering in play. For me, if you're in the keeper's eyeline at that close proximity, then you're a consideration to the keeper and therefore part of the play even in an offside position.

I have absolutely no idea what this means, and I bet Garth doesn't either.

I think both were marginal, but I'd be inclined to say both goals probably shouldn't have stood. Mustafi was gutless, but it was a foul. Aguero backs in, and had Mustafi jumped he'd have tipped over him. Being too cowardly to do so though, he just accepted the bump hoping to get a foul. As for Sane, I'm inclined to think any player standing offside, around the six yard box and with a slight chance to get a touch on the ball should it arrive at their feet, should be considered interfering with play. Again though, Arsenal were gutless, and just accepted it.

No, I'll probably be asleep by then.

Me watching this match belongs in the shitness of modern football thread. I've paid for BT, so I force myself to watch this turgid shite so I can feel like I've got my money's worth.

A yoga mat and a free app would sort that tightness out. I used to be all niggly aches and tightness in muscles until I started.

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Not sure, but if this was Skyrim he'd be an Altmer.

All they need is a group of American Muslims to start a campaign for all Muslims to buy bump stocks, AR-15s and lobby for them to carry concealed weapons in public places. They'd be banned in an instant.

See, I grew up in a house where the choice was either Digestive or Rich Tea, so going to my nan's and having a Bourbon was close to luxury. Times were tough in the biscuit ghetto.

Pop in earphones and learn to ignore everyone else. It's hard at first to suppress the feeling that carpet bombing the facility would aid mankind, but after a while you can get quite zen and tune out the fact you're surrounded by try-hard cunts, to the point that one crossing your eyeline won't even trigger your iris. Going off peak is a sound idea though, I prefer that. Oh, and if you're doing weights, always start each session with a much lower weight and work your way back up. Doing any exercise at a lower level is supposed to be the best form of warming the correct muscles up and preventing strains. If your gym does classes, give yoga a go, it's not just for Loose Women.

I quite like the purpley one, always had a soft spot for Fiorentina's kits.

I feel Bourbons get a bad rap around these parts. There are the nicer, crumblier sugar coated ones that can be dunked to some degree of success, in lieu of a premium dunker like a chocolate Hobnob or suchlike. The problem is the lower quality variants, usually the Supermarket own brands version, are absolutely rank. You can usually identify these by the lack of sprinkled sugar on the outside. I think it's time we put our prejudice of Bourbons to one side.

With each passing day, the dystopian futuristic thrillers of the '70s and '80s seem altogether more plausible. He'll be suggesting Rollerball next.

I think it's a thigh injury. Last I heard they reckoned he could be out for the rest of the season.

Leipzig don't look the same side without Keita.

We'll only be safe when librarians are equipped with lightsabres and traffic wardens have the ability to launch surface-to-air missiles. Then the sickos would think again.

Armed teachers will end in one going postal, and then the calls to arm the kids will be the culmination of this insanity. Makes my school days seem like something from a Just William novel. I only had to worry about a weird PE teacher who wore leggings.

Every time I watch them, I become more thankful that we've got Klopp.

Ah, gotcha. As I said, mildly drunk.