Dugout Discussion – Arsenal vs Leicester

Wow after weeks of planning I was all set. Decided on a team last night and I went to bed very content. Left work at 6 and had one last look at the team to make sure captain was set right and everything was still good. Then I saw it, a red flag over Pedro. A panic came over me! I didn't want to just do a straight swap with Willian and leave a whole 1m ITB. I had spent too long putting together the perfect mix to leave 1m in the bank. Time started passing very quickly and like a rubrics cube that was one spot away from being perfect, I kept on twisting and twisting. Before I knew it I had a team that bore no resemblance to the beautiful team I slept so soundly on. I stopped, it was 18:30. I took a breath and decided to just hit reset. I hadn't realised that at some point while my thumbs bashed the phones screen in what resembled a mix between a shark feeding frenzy and a scene from the matrix, I had hit save.
18:38 and I thought it had started to rain, it was actually sweat dripping from my newly furrowed brow. It was now as if all the information I had tried to digest of the past few weeks was slopping around my head like some sort of fantasy asset stew. I put the laddle in and mr bumble style, dollopped out the biggest helpping of groul you've ever seen. Not even oliver would have asked for more.
18:42 lightening struck, I had screenshots saved of some of the better options of teams I was looking at a few days ago. Hit save and quickly opened my photo gallery. There it was, a beautiful creation from Wednesday night. Switched straight back in to FPL website and the thumb frenzy whipped back up but it felt a lot more controlled this time. I am the one. Hit save and smiled until i saw it was 18:46 and the page was not loading. Hit refresh only to be greeted by team groul :'(
Just then my better half walked in to find me sitting sweaty, red faced and looking "suspicious".
"I hope your not watching porn at 6 o clock in the evening she said with a folded arms and a stern tone.
"No" said I in a tone that questioned her intelligence.
"Oh my f**king God" she exclaimed, "you're on that fantasy football thing again aren't you". I paused for a moment before considering my answer. I vaguely remember her muttering things like "turn that down" as I listened to the scoutcast in bed and "are you listening to a word I'm saying" as I was putting together my billionth RMT.
"Yes I am on it" I protested.
"I wish you were watching porn" she stated as she walked out and slammed the door. Then from the hall she bellowed the lowest of blows "It would be less f**king werid"
I thought I should pen this before I take her advise 😉
Best of luck to everyone