Agreed, He was busting his arse to try and do something on Saturday, the pulls players towards him freeing up our forwards and had a few shots as far as I remember. The left was pretty barren the time he was dropped to rest him
Regis Le Bris on Brighton-bound Tommy Watson TOMMY Watson's failure to hit top form in the last couple of weeks has nothing to do with his summer move to Brighton, says Regis Le Bris.… “For Tommy, the squad, the staff, there is no problem," said Sunderland's head coach. "For his game level, he does not have huge experience. He reached a good level before his injury but he built this level progressively as well, he started probably at 60/70% of the level he reached before the injury. “He has to go through the same process now. In this division you need time to find rhythm, connect with your team mates. You can't just switch it on and it's OK - you need training, match time. It's not just a snap of the fingers, it doesn't work like that." With Mundle not expected to be ready to return until the play-offs, Le Bris must now decide whether to stick with Watson on the left or play Enzo Le Fee in that position. Le Fee was used on the left flank after his January arrival but Le Bris has repeatedly made clear that he thinks the Frenchman is most effective in a central role. And after a cameo from the bench against Swansea at the weekend, Le Bris again stressed the need for patience with the loanee, suggesting he'll again be on the bench for Friday's game at Bristol City.
By Rudyard Kipling MLF (Dedicated to Régis Le Bris.) If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when 'experts and realists' doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by posters to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
3 games to go before the fun really starts and with Ballard etc returning from injury we have a hell of a chance to go up. Can't wait for the play offs
We're playing for nothing in the last 3 games, we don't want to risk injury to key players, we just need to go through the motions.
