Ahh. Do you feel that summery breeze? That sudden lightness? Do you smell, just faintly, a whiff of freshly-baked bread?
That’s the feeling of long-awaited victory, my friends.
Yet intermingled with that new lightness is an uneasy feeling of deja vu. Far from the barely-thwarted attacking powerhouse the Thorns looked like in their last two home losses, this game marked the return of a look that’s almost become a cliché in the Mark Parsons era: the team that possesses toothlessly for long stretches, but grits out wins by defending well for 90 minutes and finding a single moment of brilliance to put the game away.