Posted on: Thu 17 Jan 2013  'Tell me why I don't like
Wednesdays' columnist Giles Smith found himself humming as he
left the stadium last night. He seeks the answer here…  Is it
me, or is there a pattern developing?  What seems to be
happening is that every Wednesday we invite over to our place a
team that, in the ordinary run of things, and given a fair wind,
we would be expected to beat. Even thrash. Not every time,
maybe. But like, say, 999 times out of a 1000.  'Why don't you
come over on Wednesday night,' we say, 'and we'll have three
points off you, or, as the case may be, a place in the Capital
One Cup final at Wembley. And then maybe we'll go out for a
drink afterwards, although probably not because it's work the
next day.'  And then what happens? The expected result doesn't
occur, the odds are rendered strangely meaningless, and we end
up losing 0-1 to QPR, for instance, or 0-2 to Swansea, or
attaining a two-goal lead against Southampton by half time but
then somehow surrendering it and dropping two