Right... I've gotta say this despite well... Yeah... It sounds a little silly but...
So out here I've been catching Liverpool games at ridiculous times and over the past few weeks strange shit keeps happening and I've come to the conclusion that my dog, Fang, is properly fucking mystic.
It usually completely fucking ignores me as an owner or living creature generally but for some reason whenever the footy comes on it becomes very weird...
So
...
It's hard to describe really...
It's fucking mystic I tell Yas... Mystic...
The last five or six goals we've scored have been immediately presaged by the arrival of my dog right in front of me on the sofa, obscuring the view and demanding a scratch behind the ear etc... It's completely unlike him... For the Tottenham game he actually jumped up onto the sofa and climbed onto my bloody chest just as Ballotelli scored... My dog really is not an affectionate animal... Just as Coutinho got the ball earlier he was behind the sofa there having had no contact with me at all for about 5 hours, he strolls round right up to the sofa and sticks his face right in front of me as I'm lying down... Golazo...
I'd discount it as a perfectly rational kinda fella but this is like the six goal he's done it for now.. It's spooky I tell ya...
Anyway..
Yeah...
Props to your dog but he's just a beginner compared with my TV set. 😛