It is almost a given professional protocol that once you have the thing won, you stop trying. Capice you píss-breathed, dribbling purulent old hobo?
Blimey H, that's straight out of the Liverpool handbook of excuses They'll no doubt tell us they weren't at all interested in breaking City's points record now, just like they were never interested in going unbeaten after the Watford bitch slap.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'