Forget all the analysis you've read about Rob Green's fumble. I know the real reason we screwed up on Saturday: it's all Neil Warnock's fault. The man admits it himself:
When Gerrard scored we were still finishing our dinner. And being
superstitious I felt we shouldn't move from the table. We went for the
comfort of the sofa and armchairs, though, and the rest is history.
I do hope the Indendent is rewarding him appropriately for insights like that.