It seems nobody liked my #piegate humour yesterday. Really, not one like. But that's ok. As I do very often it's about entertaining myself. I'm ok. Really. No sympathy likes please.
Wayne Shaw and #piegate were still in the news today. I read two stories quickly: one said he only ate the pie to wind up the Arsenal supporters who were singing the standard, "who ate all the pies?" line; the other one, more of an opinion, was about how he would have been better off snorting cocaine on the bench. At least four players have been suspended for using recreational drugs, and they still have their jobs.
As a footnote to yesterday's claims of what it was that Shaw ate, he confirmed that it was indeed a cornish pasty. And it gave him indigestion.
In other news today there seemed to be much celebration, from what I read online, after Jamie Vardy woke up from a 10 month hibernation and scored a goal. And his team Leicester were fantastic in their Champions League match against Sevilla. They only lost 2-1. They lost, and I read comments about how this could be what turns their season around. Because they scored an away goal. Such is the ridiculousness of football, sometimes, and the media that writes about it. I'll say again I am not a betting man and make useless predictions but I will be chuckling to myself when Sevilla come to Leicester in a couple of weeks and leave with a comfortable win. And then Leicester's season will have taken another turn to be analyzed.
How Jamie Vardy must be wishing he had taken Arsenal's money when they offered it to him. He could have been sitting on the bench watching Bayern Munich destroy his teammates one week, and been close to a pie-eating reserve goalkeeper the next. But he wouldn't be in a relegation battle.
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