Title bid comes unstuck

(Imagine me writing this post with gritted teeth and veins bulging in my forehead...)

Sunday's game against Everton was always going to be tough, but, given other results, one we really couldn't afford to lose. Enter the wonderful Neale Barry, right on cue, to FUCK US ROYALLY UP THE ARSE. Woodgate and Bramble had excellent games, while our forward play merited at least a point - and yet all we were left with was staggering injustice, gross incompetence and a prostrate Olivier Bernard. There's no doubt at all that we have the spirit to dust ourselves down and the ability to go out and beat Man Utd and their horse-faced talisman at St James's on Saturday - but, thanks to Mr Barry, it's all the more vital now that we do just that.