Confession: On Friday night I got fucking drunk in a town 150km away from home, fell in a coma about 05:00 am Saturday morning, woke up about 11:30 am, took a shower and left the apartment I was staying at (I slept at friends of mine, we celebrated together some sorts of Christmas gathering). After the shower I still didn't have enough confidence to believe I was sober enough to drive back home, but I took the gamble. It was the fucking El Clasico and my sixth sense was like "if you don't get back home on time Barcelona are losing points just like it happened when you skipped Celta and Valencia matches, you fuck!". So two hours later, 5 minutes before kick-off I was home, fed my cat and opened a bottle of beer and that was it. Barca won! Mission accomplished!
Immediately went on whoscored.com and was shocked to see 0-3.
You confess you checked there before BarcaForum? I'll absolve you this time.