By Daniel Rhodes.
The hours before the first match of the season: a time for hope, a time for hypothetical title challenges, a time to appreciate the potential 114 points we have available to us. Then the referee blows the whistle, and we all return to ignoring everything that’s been said, analysed, predicted and immediately write the whole season off; based on around 44 minutes of stale, lacklustre, error-filled, mediocrity. It wasn’t good.
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