Both Greece and Denmark winning the European Championships, who saw those results coming?
Defending World Cup champions Argentina and France humbled by Cameroon and Senegal respectively, it’s the stuff of dreams.
And that is exactly why we love football, because as soon as the whistle blows anything can happen.
Before big cup games, managers of minnows remind us that it all comes down to 11 versus 11 and that results can be determined by the team of plumbers, builders and factory workers showing enough desire and organisation to topple the billionnaire big boys.
Yes, that previous paragraph is overdosing on cliches, but they become so by actually happening with enough regularity.
However, one person who seems to think that human beings would be interested in a sport without upsets, where results are pre-ordained and set in stone, decided to write an angry email to Boston United last week.
“A 2-7 loss at home in a match to go top against a team that lost 8-1 at home the previous game,” begins the author, who will remain nameless.
“In 50 years of following football I’ve never heard of such a thing. Did your overpaid, overratted, massively underachieving team take a dive?”
If you read on, it transpires that Mr Angry isn’t a supporter humiliated by United’s drubbing at the hands of Oxford City, but a punter who placed a treble bet on AFC Fylde, Gateshead and the Pilgrims.
“Gateshead did their job, Fylde did theirs,” he continued. “And if ever there was a stonewall likely winner, it was boston... and you lose 7-2 at home.
“Perhaps you bunch of losers could club together out of shame and refund me the £90 I lost on your unheard of deadbeat non-performance.”
Now, I can sympathise with anyone losing money on a bet, on the very same evening I lumped £60 on Bosnia beating Cyprus in a European Championships qualifier (Cyprus left the Balkans with a 2-1 victory).
But to demand a refund, especially backed up by those sweeping statements (check out the league table now clever clogs) means Mr Angry deserves nothing more than the finger of fun poked in his direction.
Firstly, it’s called a gamble because that it exactly what it is - a gamble.
Secondly, anyone with a passing interest in United’s results knows the club has a long-standing history of messing things up against teams they are expected to beat comfortably (Kidsgrove, Brigg, Congleton, Tiverton you know the drill).
Thirdly, if the bloke was actually at the game - as opposed to fantasising about his three-way - he’d realise his comments were dafter than trying to play tennis with a haddock.
At one stage on that night, Oxford were there for the taking.
Had Dayle Southwell’s strike not hit the post, had Kaine Felix not struck over the bar when granted an open goal, had Scott Garner’s header been an inch lower, the Pilgrims would have led 2-1 and, from then, anything could have happened.
Perhaps City heads would have dropped, but the fact is they didn’t.
Oxford regrouped, got back in their stride and became flipping good value for their three points (credit to the victorious side was also omitted from the email, and does not do the brilliance of Adi Yussuf and Kynan Isaac justice).
United began the season with everything going for them and have endured a week of complete contrast.
That’s football, all teams have superb spells and poor patches and they usually come and go. But when? I wouldn’t like to bet.