Joy of joys. What does recovering from humbling mean? You’re not answering the doorbell, you switched your mobile phone to airplane mode and you spend much of the day in the foetal position beneath your kitchen table with the blinds drawn?
This smacks of faux penitence.
In fact it stinks the place out with faux self-condemnation because to display otherwise would make it look like the fans who had to suffer the ignominy of the West Ham game were stooges. Which of course, they were.