I thought the scapegoat had pretty much gone the way of the Dodo this year.
When it started, Acres was one, Sonny another, Freddy too. Colyer, definitely Banfield. But one by one they shook off the epithet, proved themselves and silences the nay-sayers with great, gutsy performances until, come this week, there seemed to be not a goat left to scape, and no candidates.
Just goes to show how wrong you can be.
I went for a happy breeze through the socials after the win yesterday, expecting an enjoyable bask in adulation and bonhomie. But no.
We had new scapegoats. New, and amazing ones.
Fyfe. Pearce. Mundy. Show pony, wrecked the team dynamic. Slow. Fumbly. Gave away 6 or 7 goals(?). Past it.
And I thought, "What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! "