So we are managed and captained by a boyhood villa fan, and yet, 87 mins into a game when you are fighting for survival losing at home(or not at home) 2-1, Jack wins the ball mid way through our own half, a possible break is finally on. And you see 3 other players in the middle of the park ( still in our half), strolling like if they are enjoying the sunset in platja de muro.
I know the players are shit and even if we put passion and sweat in we are likely to lose more than 2-1, but **** hell, at least put some effort and try