Gameweek 33+ produced a weird set of games. Looking through the scores, there were no nil-nils, and yet the matches – the ones I watched at least – were dull AF.
Maybe it’s because there are no fans. Maybe the players are just tired, or confused by playing league games in July. Or perhaps it’s the drinks breaks (aka team talks) stopping any momentum building up each half.
Admittedly I didn’t watch seven goal thriller at Old Trafford. Even more exciting if you had Bruno (15), Tony M (14) or, man of the moment, Mason Greenwood (13).
I didn’t see Leicester or Chelsea either, who both won 3-0 to keep their Champions League hopes alive. Vardy (13) and Willian (9) doing much of the damage.
I did watch Liverpool though, who eventually got the job done – once they brought on Firmino and Henderson to find their missing rhythm. Villa were wasteful, punished by late goals by Mané (11) and Curtis Jones (6). The Champions eventually bouncing back after their uncharacteristic drubbing at Man City.
Speaking of the Citizens, the east Mancs were also uncharacteristic in their 1-0 loss at Southampton. There were no shows from all their main men – not just KDB and Foden who failed to make the starting 11. It was all a fairly uninspiring watch. Unless you’re a Southampton fan, or related to Che Adams (9), then fair play.
Tottenham versus Everton was a drab, turgid affair in which the only thing worth talking about was when Lloris (10) shouted at Son at half-time. Jose loved it – passion. Everyone else would have rather seen a bit of quality, from either team. There was none. Just an own goal to settle for – and everyone did.
This gameweek was a slow jam for current FFUK leader Paul Baker. Bakes saw his lead at the top cut to less than 40 points, and he also got evicted from The Conts. Not the best of days, but I’m sure everyone reading this would take being 1735th in the world right now.
Not everyone got burned though. Ben Carter is up to second, Grant Lawrie closing down in fourth, and top scorer of the GW, Jamie Davis is up to 19th with a delicious 97 points – winning him £15 in the process.
So, that’s it – a very fast turnaround. I used to like having a week to recover, to lick my wounds and start to heal. But no, the scabs have barely had chance to form before they’ll likely be ripped off again tonight. That’s FPL, though!
We go again. The beat goes on.