If we'd been calm and played our own game, we would be in control. Their game plan was to play like they're on crack cocaine. It worked because we played like we were on crack cocaine, too, except we'd been second in the queue and 95% of ours was fucking Harpic. It needed Hendo and/or the under-waged Gini to put their foot on the ball and take control of the pace. Instead we were hitting wild balls at no one in particular, crossing for an imaginary 6ft 7 centre forward and pinging passes out of touch. Purely self-inficted, but assisted by god awful refereeing and a VAR that makes HAL from 2001 seem stable. In the second half we need to start by passing them to death, then upping the pace. But we have to start thinking!