bricktop
Well-Known Member
This is the first time i have dared venture on here since viewing the epitome of absolute complete and totally utter ineptifuckingtude yesterday at Doncaster.
I'm gonna start with the positives and that was United's travelling support who it must be said was absolutely awesome all day, singing for most of the match and really giving the side a lot better backing that what they deserved.
And now for the mudslinging, criticism and berating, (Deep breath)
First up. Nyron Fucking Nosworthy, how this guy has played at the highest echelon of the English game is absolutely beyond me, it puzzles me how he can even making a living out of professional football. He is quite simply absolute and utter garbage. He can tackle, but he has absolutely no control of what direction he sends the football, his head must be the shape of a 50p piece and whenever it comes in to contact with a football the direction it takes is random to say the very least. On the deck he is even worse as for a centre-half he can't even clear a fucking ball. That is one of the very basic things for a centre-half to be able to do half proficiently and he can't even do that. Harking back to own inglorious days of playing football, and i will be the first to admit that i'm probably one of the worst footballers imaginable and one or two who have seen me play on here will probably look at this comment and think that i'm still bigging up my footballing ability, but yesterday i would have looked like a world class centre half in comparison to that big huge big steaming pile of human incompetence typified that we have consistantly breaching the trade description act by entertaining the masses by playing a centre-half. The bloke is quite simply the worst centre-half i have ever seen at the Lane in many years of watching us through the thick, thin and mostly passing time watching the tumbleweed going past my eyes in the all encompassing wilderness years.
Next up. Stephen Quinn. I've always thought there was a footballer in young Quinn. On occasions he has been seen to do things like pass a football well, put in a killer cross, keep the midfield department ticking over, he has even been known to score the odd screamer. But these attributes are totally and utterly negated by the complete lack of any semblence of something that is known as a footballing brain. Stephen Quinn will usually do two things. The first is he will get the ball out wide, down goes the head and his run will start straight down a blind alley to nowhere, the second thing he does is get the ball in the centre of the park and aimless flick, punt and welly it forward. He can be safely relied on doing this whilst in acres of space. What was really telling for me is that i spent 10 minutes watching the Donny midfielder Dean Shiels, i was interested to see how he played despite being completely blind in one eye, and he was superb, he knew where his team-mates was, and despite having an obvious disadvantage of being blind in one eye, he actually showed great vision to make a pass on a couple of occasions and i was very very impressed with Sheils, compare him to Stephen Quinn. Well it shows Stephen Quinn for the brainless midfielder that he actually is. Compare him to our usual Midfield Maestro Nicholas Montgomery and in his defence there is usually a chain of thought going on with Monty, he gets the ball, with his second touch he wins it back in the tackle and then usually attempts to pass it on to a team-mate, scrub that last comment, he usually attempts to direct it towards a team-mate, but Stephen Quinn, fucking jesus wept.
In trying to write this is some sort of logical order but i honestly can't. I was trying to dissect the defence before i got on to midfield but it became impossible to have a good long rant before Quinny made an appearance sooner rather than later. But back to defence.
The next player who i do not rate, (well its a million and fucking one times harder to find a Sheffield United player i do rate at the moment). Jean Calve. Spiders. This guy is probably the most lightweight player we have had, or have had for years. He is a full back (allegedly) yet he doesn't even have the strength to be able to put in a tackle. People say that he is a counter-attacking full back but to be quite honest he does like getting forwards but he leave a massive fucking huge hole at full back when he gets forward and this leaves acre upon acre of space the opposition winger to get in and cause damage. Positives about Jean Calve, he scored a screamer the other week, and it was a screamer, a thunderbolt, and absolute beauty, but what else has he done. He has come from the French League which is a slow paced league that is notable for a lack of physicality. Come to think of it, it is one of the European Leagues that would have suited our old Australian David Beckham, Carney. This league would suit Calve, well the lower reaches of it would, but this guy is so completely not suited to the demands of playing in a very demanding and physical league.
The next player who i will talk about, and i don't really like saying this, as he has had a fine career for the Blades and given us sterling service, never shied away for the battle and has been a genuine leader in 300+ games and 8 seasons at Bramall Lane, but i think Chris Morgan has suddenly aged drastically this season. Its not a nice thing for me to say and i also find it hard to highlight as he i was born in the same week in November 1977 as he was, which also highlights that i'm starting to knock on a bit. Morgs seems to be beaten to headers more often than he used to, seems to be getting given the slip a lot easier by younger and quicker opponents and he looks like his legs have gone. He doesn't seem to be anywhere near the player he once was, and its sad to see such a great servent to the club in decline as age catches up with him. I've got the utmost respect for Chris Morgan as a player and a person but and its difficult to be honest in my appraisal of the player he has become now. It feels like having a favourite dog, loyal and much loved family pet whose back end has gone and shits all over the carpet.
There is a similar problem developing with Richard Cresswell, he was a typical Blackwell signing and ticked a lot of boxes. Hardworking, solid, good in the air with a never say die spirit. But he is the wrong side of 30, and he has really looked like he is struggling with the pace nowadays and looks more than ready for a drop down the leagues seeing his career out by having a couple of steady seasons playing for a lower league club.
I could go on forever today, and i'm that pissed off and angry i really could but i've already touched on some key points but i've got a quite a lot to get off my chest about our £3 million man, the man who was supposed to fire us to the Premiership, the Welsh Alan Shearer, a man of genuine premiership quality, one of the hottest properties in English Football, a man who signing was a genuine coup and ended up being a bigger disappointment that pulling the fittest bird in a nightclub and taking her back to yours for a shag and finding out that she is actually a complete fucking munter the next morning. Step forward and take a bow Mr Chedwyn Evans, you absolute waste of time, money, space, oxygen and in can have a better understanding of the dimensions of space and time, astro-physics, the socio-economic problems of Antartica, and the bio-mechanics of wasp life than i can ever comprehend how you are a £3 million pound footballer. Spend a few minutes watching Ched and you will notice several things. The first, and this makes me fucking angry is that whenever United shape up to try and put a cross in, he drifts out wide and actually on occasion appears to be moving away from the danger area as it becomes obvious that he doesn't fancy an battle in the air with a big bad centre half. He is a fucking fanny. Watch him when he gets the ball in the danger area, he looks like he is actually shitting himself as he takes a shot in case someone tries to put a block tackle in. You pay a striker a lot of money and in return you expect heart, commitment and desire. Ched shows absolutely fucking nothing, he is a fucking cop out, a fucking disgrace to the club. He has got a heart the size of a fucking pea and will go down in my book as the biggest fucking waste of money that we have ever seen at this club. He makes John Ebbrell look like a bargain buy, if i went out now and bought a loaf of bread for £50 then it would be an absolute steal compared to £3 million for Chedwyn.
In fact i better stop before my blood pressure goes through the roof, but i'm seriously fucking angry with the complete lack of heart, guts and application from our expensive heroes. I could go on all day with a rich seam of material as there is still luminaries such as Ryan France, Andy Taylor, Rob Kozluk, Johnny Ertl and several others i could go at.
The bottom line is that things aren't great at the club, but when you have got some of the spineless, gormless, inept fucking idiots respresenting this great club, this club i have loved all my life, this magnificent football club i would follow to the ends of the earth, i could fucking cry. What really does sadden me is that i'm in the middle of a sunday morning, drinking tea and recovering from an extended stint of being in the ultimate state of refreshment yesterday, and i'm watching Goals on Sunday and Phil Jagielka and to me he is everything that these fucking numpties aren't. A superb footballer, hard-working, loyal, dedicated, not scared to put his head in where it hurt, and then compare him to the fucking planks we have got playing for our club. It breaks my heart, as at the moment the playing staff now seem to be like a cancer eating away at our club, and you can talk all you want about the finances, the board, the manager but the buck has to stop with the players, and at the minute they are spineless, and a fucking disgrace
I'm gonna start with the positives and that was United's travelling support who it must be said was absolutely awesome all day, singing for most of the match and really giving the side a lot better backing that what they deserved.
And now for the mudslinging, criticism and berating, (Deep breath)
First up. Nyron Fucking Nosworthy, how this guy has played at the highest echelon of the English game is absolutely beyond me, it puzzles me how he can even making a living out of professional football. He is quite simply absolute and utter garbage. He can tackle, but he has absolutely no control of what direction he sends the football, his head must be the shape of a 50p piece and whenever it comes in to contact with a football the direction it takes is random to say the very least. On the deck he is even worse as for a centre-half he can't even clear a fucking ball. That is one of the very basic things for a centre-half to be able to do half proficiently and he can't even do that. Harking back to own inglorious days of playing football, and i will be the first to admit that i'm probably one of the worst footballers imaginable and one or two who have seen me play on here will probably look at this comment and think that i'm still bigging up my footballing ability, but yesterday i would have looked like a world class centre half in comparison to that big huge big steaming pile of human incompetence typified that we have consistantly breaching the trade description act by entertaining the masses by playing a centre-half. The bloke is quite simply the worst centre-half i have ever seen at the Lane in many years of watching us through the thick, thin and mostly passing time watching the tumbleweed going past my eyes in the all encompassing wilderness years.
Next up. Stephen Quinn. I've always thought there was a footballer in young Quinn. On occasions he has been seen to do things like pass a football well, put in a killer cross, keep the midfield department ticking over, he has even been known to score the odd screamer. But these attributes are totally and utterly negated by the complete lack of any semblence of something that is known as a footballing brain. Stephen Quinn will usually do two things. The first is he will get the ball out wide, down goes the head and his run will start straight down a blind alley to nowhere, the second thing he does is get the ball in the centre of the park and aimless flick, punt and welly it forward. He can be safely relied on doing this whilst in acres of space. What was really telling for me is that i spent 10 minutes watching the Donny midfielder Dean Shiels, i was interested to see how he played despite being completely blind in one eye, and he was superb, he knew where his team-mates was, and despite having an obvious disadvantage of being blind in one eye, he actually showed great vision to make a pass on a couple of occasions and i was very very impressed with Sheils, compare him to Stephen Quinn. Well it shows Stephen Quinn for the brainless midfielder that he actually is. Compare him to our usual Midfield Maestro Nicholas Montgomery and in his defence there is usually a chain of thought going on with Monty, he gets the ball, with his second touch he wins it back in the tackle and then usually attempts to pass it on to a team-mate, scrub that last comment, he usually attempts to direct it towards a team-mate, but Stephen Quinn, fucking jesus wept.
In trying to write this is some sort of logical order but i honestly can't. I was trying to dissect the defence before i got on to midfield but it became impossible to have a good long rant before Quinny made an appearance sooner rather than later. But back to defence.
The next player who i do not rate, (well its a million and fucking one times harder to find a Sheffield United player i do rate at the moment). Jean Calve. Spiders. This guy is probably the most lightweight player we have had, or have had for years. He is a full back (allegedly) yet he doesn't even have the strength to be able to put in a tackle. People say that he is a counter-attacking full back but to be quite honest he does like getting forwards but he leave a massive fucking huge hole at full back when he gets forward and this leaves acre upon acre of space the opposition winger to get in and cause damage. Positives about Jean Calve, he scored a screamer the other week, and it was a screamer, a thunderbolt, and absolute beauty, but what else has he done. He has come from the French League which is a slow paced league that is notable for a lack of physicality. Come to think of it, it is one of the European Leagues that would have suited our old Australian David Beckham, Carney. This league would suit Calve, well the lower reaches of it would, but this guy is so completely not suited to the demands of playing in a very demanding and physical league.
The next player who i will talk about, and i don't really like saying this, as he has had a fine career for the Blades and given us sterling service, never shied away for the battle and has been a genuine leader in 300+ games and 8 seasons at Bramall Lane, but i think Chris Morgan has suddenly aged drastically this season. Its not a nice thing for me to say and i also find it hard to highlight as he i was born in the same week in November 1977 as he was, which also highlights that i'm starting to knock on a bit. Morgs seems to be beaten to headers more often than he used to, seems to be getting given the slip a lot easier by younger and quicker opponents and he looks like his legs have gone. He doesn't seem to be anywhere near the player he once was, and its sad to see such a great servent to the club in decline as age catches up with him. I've got the utmost respect for Chris Morgan as a player and a person but and its difficult to be honest in my appraisal of the player he has become now. It feels like having a favourite dog, loyal and much loved family pet whose back end has gone and shits all over the carpet.
There is a similar problem developing with Richard Cresswell, he was a typical Blackwell signing and ticked a lot of boxes. Hardworking, solid, good in the air with a never say die spirit. But he is the wrong side of 30, and he has really looked like he is struggling with the pace nowadays and looks more than ready for a drop down the leagues seeing his career out by having a couple of steady seasons playing for a lower league club.
I could go on forever today, and i'm that pissed off and angry i really could but i've already touched on some key points but i've got a quite a lot to get off my chest about our £3 million man, the man who was supposed to fire us to the Premiership, the Welsh Alan Shearer, a man of genuine premiership quality, one of the hottest properties in English Football, a man who signing was a genuine coup and ended up being a bigger disappointment that pulling the fittest bird in a nightclub and taking her back to yours for a shag and finding out that she is actually a complete fucking munter the next morning. Step forward and take a bow Mr Chedwyn Evans, you absolute waste of time, money, space, oxygen and in can have a better understanding of the dimensions of space and time, astro-physics, the socio-economic problems of Antartica, and the bio-mechanics of wasp life than i can ever comprehend how you are a £3 million pound footballer. Spend a few minutes watching Ched and you will notice several things. The first, and this makes me fucking angry is that whenever United shape up to try and put a cross in, he drifts out wide and actually on occasion appears to be moving away from the danger area as it becomes obvious that he doesn't fancy an battle in the air with a big bad centre half. He is a fucking fanny. Watch him when he gets the ball in the danger area, he looks like he is actually shitting himself as he takes a shot in case someone tries to put a block tackle in. You pay a striker a lot of money and in return you expect heart, commitment and desire. Ched shows absolutely fucking nothing, he is a fucking cop out, a fucking disgrace to the club. He has got a heart the size of a fucking pea and will go down in my book as the biggest fucking waste of money that we have ever seen at this club. He makes John Ebbrell look like a bargain buy, if i went out now and bought a loaf of bread for £50 then it would be an absolute steal compared to £3 million for Chedwyn.
In fact i better stop before my blood pressure goes through the roof, but i'm seriously fucking angry with the complete lack of heart, guts and application from our expensive heroes. I could go on all day with a rich seam of material as there is still luminaries such as Ryan France, Andy Taylor, Rob Kozluk, Johnny Ertl and several others i could go at.
The bottom line is that things aren't great at the club, but when you have got some of the spineless, gormless, inept fucking idiots respresenting this great club, this club i have loved all my life, this magnificent football club i would follow to the ends of the earth, i could fucking cry. What really does sadden me is that i'm in the middle of a sunday morning, drinking tea and recovering from an extended stint of being in the ultimate state of refreshment yesterday, and i'm watching Goals on Sunday and Phil Jagielka and to me he is everything that these fucking numpties aren't. A superb footballer, hard-working, loyal, dedicated, not scared to put his head in where it hurt, and then compare him to the fucking planks we have got playing for our club. It breaks my heart, as at the moment the playing staff now seem to be like a cancer eating away at our club, and you can talk all you want about the finances, the board, the manager but the buck has to stop with the players, and at the minute they are spineless, and a fucking disgrace
