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Come on Blues, you bad divvies.

A look of recognition flashed across the face of Angel Di Maria as he took to the field and spotted Seamus Coleman. The Argentine grinned, smugly, recalling a torrid, balmy night in Lisbon, but the young Irishman shot back an icy glare and hissed: ‘Maybe you didn’t hear. You’ve been away a long time. I don’t…

First order of business is congratulations to the Red Army for once again winning the singing and the not sitting down.

We could probably reduce the match report and indeed the rest of the season to three simple words. Is. Anybody. Arsed?