**** the Premier League **** the Allams **** Steve Bruce **** Stupid ticket prices **** all seater stadiums **** match of the day **** spineless mercinary footballers **** biased Refs **** ******ed Match day Stewards **** the name change **** walton st car park **** all London clubs **** expensive piss tasting beer **** it all. Lets get back to proper footy with proper bollocks
Not a bad rant..... I must admit I've had this simmering anger with our central midfield (Huddlestone and Livermore) given their price tags, reputations and the fact that they are virtually undroppable (I know it's happened but hardly for a long time and certainly not long enough) This season has been one where our central midfield has been ****e in comparison to all others - no speed, no hardness, just ponderous and predictable... They both look like they couldn't give a **** and I can't see either been with us come July - and good ****ing riddance if that's the case..... Tottenham away next - if there is one game they should be up for it is this one - I'm just not envisaging it.... In my opinion we need a new central midfield whichever league we end up in... And if the team ever becomes Hull Tigers whilst in the Championship (or lower) we may as well play our games at Airco Arena so it looks full
Yeah. I'm starting to think we need a new midfield too. What I find most annoying is, some weeks this lot are great, and we beat the likes of Liverpool, and scare the ****e out of Chelsea, then the next week, we get beat by the worst team in the league. The money next weeks Spurs ticket has cost feels like a lottery. Which team will I see? The exciting, everyone trying one, or the one which couldnt be arsed we saw yesterday.
I thought a win yesterday would see us virtually safe. As it turns out, it probably wouldn't have been enough to keep us up and we would still be looking for points from the next 2 games to guarantee safety. A win against either Spurs or Man U seems comic book stuff now though.
Is it justt me that thought we were no better than alright against Liverpool? Great result yes, but we scored with our only real chance and defended well. We didn't open them up, we never do.
We could have got a team up from this board and beaten Liverpool and scored more than City. PS miff who's the bird in your avatar?
Spurs is last chance saloon! The teams around us play each other so they can't all win! Hopefully spurs are on their hols now they've nothing to play for? (For ever the optimist)
Thats an interesting thought. If we could get a team together, who'd play where? As a start: GK: Carmine. No, not just cos hes fat and not mobile, nowt gets past him Def: Dutch. Recently I'd say he's defending himself quite well. Def: Mel. No one is getting past him. Def: Miff: Could deal with any awkward bouncers. M: (Captain) OLM. Would have to be the captain. If he's not in charge he wouldn't play, or he'd sulk and take his ball home with him. M: Kemps: Knows how to build a solid structure. We'd call him "Shed". M: Stan. We'd need someone on the left wing. M: Me. Fleet of foot and a good eye for the overall picture, so I'd be picking out passes with Beckham style accuracy. M: Castro. We'd need someone on the right wing. F: Fez. In an Aluko style role. Run around a lot, snapping at the other team. Not much end product but puts a lot of effort in that no one other than he appreciates. F: Ben. Knows how to score points. Especially if we were playing the Mackems. Manager: Hat. Obvious really. We'd need a great man manager and team motivator. Sub: Castro. We'd need to ring him up because obviously he wouldnt be at the stadium. Even in December. I've left PLT out because I'd prefer players who were on our side, and not just there for the glory. Fill in the blanks, or change it!
Everybody knows that a decent City team needs a contingent of gritty, ugly, knarled Irishmen who are prepared to walk through walls. Or row 700 miles in the world's most inhospitable sea in order to unselfishly bail out their less rugged, fancy Dan teammates. Kinell. The midfield you've suggested screams style over substance. Irish it up a bit.
