The sending off of the York player after Escalante faked being elbowed meant I wasn't even mad Cavalry lost. Hate that kind of garbage gamesmanship.
I hate the time-wasting too, no matter who does it, and they all do it. One day, and this day may be after I'm long dead, there'll be a proper clock that stops when the play stops, and starts when the ball is in play again.
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