Watching the highlights of the Barcodes v Chelski game yesterday
reminded me of those old Sinbad films, where occasionally you'd get a
shot of gods in beards and white cloaks sitting round a pool, looking
down on Our Hero valiantly battling against whatever thing they'd last
thrown at him.

"Right, let's see how the mighty Jose copes with snow!!"
*shazamm*

"OK, he seems to be doing OK with that, let's make the opposition score!!"
*kerpow*

"He's used all his substitutes - does he  mock us??? Let's see how he
manages without one of his key defenders!"
*crunch*

"OK, so he's still in the game, even with only 10 players. Let's cripple
another couple and see what happens."
*eldritch cackle*

"Still he refuses to give in!!! Right, this'll do for him - get that
goalkeeper sent off."
*kaboom*

Well, that got him eventually. But the bugger still managed to sound
chipper afterwards. Hard not to like him, the cunt.

M