By James Cormack This utterly ridiculous sport is so often decided by a few crazy minutes which constitute the game’s final act. We endure the comparatively monotonous 90 minutes that make up normal time to enjoy the euphoria which could arrive during the epilogue of second-half stoppage time. It’s the period where ideological methodologies are thrown out of the window and nothing short of chaos ensues. For just a few minutes, football becomes primitive again. There’s simply nothing more special than a last-gasp winner; the evolution of a disappointing draw into three big points or, on the rar…