The Burnleys, as you likely know, dear reader, have fallen short of the Europa League, barring some unprecedented right turn by Comet Neowise aimed directly at London (something we hope doesn’t happen for other reasons). They’ve still got to play out the string, though, and there’s plenty to play for, by which I mean there’s little to play for besides pride.
A win by our lads today at Norwich would lock them into the top half of the table, something I imagine would feel kind of nice. But maybe not. Maybe Burnley wants more. Not too much more, of course—we aren’t about the Champions League over here—but an appropriate level of more. The Europa League. Alas. Next year.
Scouting report on Norwich? They’re bad. Real bad. Not sure how they got in here. Bet they’re soft, too. Just kidding I don’t know that (just kidding again I actually do have that perception because someone said Norwich is a nice place to live and I’ve never heard anyone say that about Burnley and I equate the niceness of a place with the toughness of its residents which leads me to just kind of simultaneously love and hate everywhere in the world except for Fargo which is perfect).
Buzz buzz.
