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Give em enough rope

Not content with dishing out advice to his team mates, Little Finger has taken upon himself to offer career advice to members of the other team. It went something like this:

Referee  - "Corner"
Opponent - "It's a goal kick"
Little Finger - "It's a corner"
Opponent - "It's a goal kick, the linesman..."
Little Finger - "IT IS A CORNER"
Opponent - "No way, it's a goal kick"
Little Finger -  "HEY it's a corner and YOU ARE NOT THE REF!" whilst pointing at the bloke, picking up the ball and heading towards the corner flag.

I think what he was really saying was "Hey, I hear you and I validate what you say. You seem to have a really good eye for the game, I'm really impressed with your awareness and maybe you should consider officiating. It's such a privilege to be on the same field as you. You complete me.". He just needs to work on his messaging, and his delivery, and his timeliness but apart from that it was nice that he thought about the bloke.

From 3 - 0 ahead to it being 3 - 2 with 5 mins to go. Seems to be a repeating pattern with the team..

And.
Then.
They.
Score.

3 - 3 with 3 mins go and we start hearing things like "We've got them on the ropes, come on", "Let's not let them get out" etc. etc. All of which winds up Varys. And then we get a goal kick (not a corner!) from a shot that flew just wide of the right hand post. Enter The Hound. A rampaging run up the field by the only two blokes on team that can be bothered/capable to run ends with a scramble, a blocked shot, another blocked shot and then a goal.

4 - 3. Get In! Ropes be damned.

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