I’m not blaming the manager in any way, I’m blaming the players These are supposed professionals, thy are actually worse than my old Sunday team. Should need Hughes, Hasenhüttl or Pellegrino to tell them not to pass the ball to blue shirts around our own box ****ing embarrassing
That was 90 minutes of the absolute most abysmal football-adjacent sports product I have ever witnessed. Ralph has a job on his hands. This isn't going to be an easy turnaround, not with this cavalcade of calamitous cack-ups.
There will only be a certain amount of continual individual errors that are likely to be tolerated ..?
Sell every defender we have apart from Valery. Sell every striker apart from Ings and sell all the midfield
Unless we sort this back four out in the new year im convinced we are going down. Just loads of mistakes at the back week in week out
Having said that we could have easily had a point. Cardiff created nothing in that second half and we gifted them a goal from being in their half!
That’s been our worst performance. I think it was correct to get rid of Hughes, but we would have done better with him in charge for this game.
Part of me wants us relegated. 1 as the board doesn't deserve Prem football and 2 it means a big clear out, which we need.
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