It's back, it's crap
In desperate catch-up mode with blips as I have been slogging my guts out at work and trying simultaneously to be a participating member of the family. While Mrs Ottawacker took the plum of our loins to the beach for a socially isolated swim, I finished my work and watched the most abject soul-destroying game of football I have ever seen.
Football without fans, meh... Everton, meh. This was flat and turgid. But a point is a point is a point, as Gertrude Stein would have said, had she had the wit.