Today was the undisputed heavyweight battle of the shit strikers. Strikers that two top clubs inexplicably pretended were worth expensively battling it out for in the halcyon summer of ol’ ‘17, because there was literally no one else to buy, and, well, ‘spose you gotta buy sommin’!
In a way it lived up to its billing.. at least in the sense that both were incredibly shit, and did almost next to nothing. Our shit striker stayed on for longer though. So that’s something... not necessarily a good thing, but still...