I guess this is the article you refer to?
http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/15742862.stm
TBH. we were talking about lack of technique back then in the mid to late eighties. we aren't now. Many of us are moaning about too much technique and a lack of good old english passion whether it be all out attack like Man U/Saints (I will never accept we play boring Barca sideways style) or whether it be hoof it up and chase.
Blood and Thunder and red home countries Blood is what is missing in the game mostly. Nothing to do with technique. An English hoofball side that had the passion, the heart and not the eyes on the gold and fame would steamroller the likes of Barca (by fair means or foul) but we will never return to having a team of 11 home grown players with the real passion for what their club means rather than what the current club means they can afford or expect off field.
As for Poyet. He was a clogger not a hi technique player so what on earth is he on about? unless he started off meaning what I am saying then forgot and started on about what he and the currently non existent Brighton academy will achieve.
So guys. Fight for passion, fight for the heart, fight against the mercenaries but not dress it up as technique of lack of it

I would support Saints even if they did play like Brighton and West Ham.
Indeed living most of my life near to Sincil Bank I have seen an incredibly high share of 'hoofball' matches and enjoyed every moment of them be it Graham Taylor right through to John Beck. It was the passion, heart, spirit and tribal ambience that created a great atmosphere. Certainly wasn't the letting the grass grow longer in the corners to slow the long ball up for the wingers to run on to. lol
We kid ourselves we go to football to be entertained. There are very few teams playing entertaining football in that sense. What we go to football is for the whole package from the escape from homelife, the cheeky pint in the daytime before the match. The banter, the atmosphere, the different feeling you have in your heart and soul just to talk to other people who are going on exactly the same journey as you. Sometimes holding a tear back at the slightest thing that others would not understand why you had just gotten that gulp in your throat and tear in your eye. The feeling of pride and the rose tinted glasses we all have.
Yes we want our team to play some nice football, however we would rather see them win whilst playing hoofball than lose week in a/wek out playing pretty but ineffective football. Yet we would still enjoy it because of the rest of the package. What the smaller tribal gatherings (i.e. the pub on the outskirts) then the larger tribal gatherings (the pub close to the ground) followed by the full on trib reunion (the stadium) mean to us. and of course to be followed (when I were a single lad. lol) by the victorious march down the high street, drinking in each bar until we hit the town centre, marching along every bar until we got hungry, eating then reaslising the clubs were opening and eventually falling unconcious without ever knowing how we got home a full 15 hours after starting the journey.
That is what football is about. the togtherness. Technique or lack of is BS. It is there. Passion or lack of is a reality which is worsening by the day.
Oh -
We're top of the league, we're top of the league, we're dagnum nd redbridge, we're top of theleague
