Philosophish

If we hadn't let them score late on it would have been a draw. Or even better, a win for us if we'd scored!
Oh I don't know, Messiah or Jonah, Moses or a banshee- wailing Siren luring us onto the rocks with lustful promises... who knows....
Yet the universe still spins on it's celestial axis as our infinite spec of a club lunges like a punch drunk sailor towards the championship.
Robinson this, Davies that, whatever, go forth, with a lightness of step and gladness of heart and embrace your cosmic destiny, and never forget this: it is a wise man who provides shelter for he who will take the clogs from the very feet of his own kin.