PSG won 6-0 at Villarreal. Four goals in the first quarter of an hour. I read it at the chip shop this morning, in my weekly. It was up to date. That’s rare.
Fabian Ruiz told RMC Sport: “We know it’s hard to win three UCLs in a row, but we’re going to try.”
UCL. Three letters. In my day, we said the European Champion Clubs’ Cup. It was long. You had time to understand what you were saying. Now we win faster than the name of the competition.
And this “league phase”. PSG are top, four wins from four games. A league inside a cup. I’m not criticising. I’m comparing. In 1980, a cup had rounds, and you went home when you lost. It was cruel. It was clear.
Luis Enrique’s players finished the job in the second half. At 4-0, there was still a job to do. I’d have liked to see that sense of duty in my plumber.
Silly question, but if it’s a league, why do we still call it a cup? I checked, and actually nobody knows.
The girl is right, and that annoys me.
As for talking about a third one in November. In the old days, we waited for May to have ambitions. Note that I’m not against ambition. I’m against ambition in November.
I folded the weekly back up. The man at the chip shop asked what I thought of PSG. I said I was thinking about the acronym. He served my chips without sauce, like in 1980. Well. It’s the times.
It’s true, we checked: RMC Sport.
