152. Egg on the Face

It looks like this blogger is left with egg on his face. Uncle Fester, beyond all odds, have brought the Blues on the brink of European glory. How bloody unlikely is that? Discounting the fact that the squad he inherited consists of some good players with one or two world-class gems, Fester nonetheless has done well after taking over from the Trenched-coated One.

Just one more push, then I'll be left eating my foot. Wouldn't mind though, what's a little shame compared to hella lot of glory?