The FA Bloody Cup is killing us

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If we don't play tomorrow, and even if we do we may have to win, we could easily be bottom of the League by the time we play again a week on Wednesday at Gillingham, (always depending Kent is dry enough to get that game on.)

We should be playing in the League on Saturday, trying to get the points we need, not in the Past it's sell by date cup on Sunday.

Games in hand mean nothing it's points on the board and we are playing catch up both In fixtures and points.

This cup run is going to get us relegated.
 

If we don't play tomorrow, and even if we do we may have to win, we could easily be bottom of the League by the time we play again a week on Wednesday at Gillingham, (always depending Kent is dry enough to get that game on.)

We should be playing in the League on Saturday, trying to get the points we need, not in the Past it's sell by date cup on Sunday.

Games in hand mean nothing it's points on the board and we are playing catch up both In fixtures and points.

This cup run is going to get us relegated.

Or..............

when was the last time a club in the relegation zone in Feb stormed up the league to get in the play offs with a 18 game un-beaten run.............

and won the Cup


:p
 
Based on the season as a whole the cup run isn't going to get us relegated, it's the points we've lost in the first half of the season, also, the weather has played it's part in recent weeks.

I love the cup, and it's definitely not past it's sell by date. Would be a great achievement to make it to the Quarter Finals and would be something to be proud of, regardless of our current league position.
 
If we don't play tomorrow, and even if we do we may have to win, we could easily be bottom of the League by the time we play again a week on Wednesday at Gillingham, (always depending Kent is dry enough to get that game on.)

We should be playing in the League on Saturday, trying to get the points we need, not in the Past it's sell by date cup on Sunday.

Games in hand mean nothing it's points on the board and we are playing catch up both In fixtures and points.

This cup run is going to get us relegated.

Could be wrong, but I'm sensing you're not really into the cup

You should start a thread every few days just to let us know for your sure... ;)
 
If we don't play tomorrow, and even if we do we may have to win, we could easily be bottom of the League by the time we play again a week on Wednesday at Gillingham, (always depending Kent is dry enough to get that game on.)

We should be playing in the League on Saturday, trying to get the points we need, not in the Past it's sell by date cup on Sunday.

Games in hand mean nothing it's points on the board and we are playing catch up both In fixtures and points.

This cup run is going to get us relegated.
Fuck the League. Win the cup.
 
The cup run wouldn't get us relegated. The fact that we've been shit for much of the season would get us relegated.

If we can get 4-6 points from our next 3 league games I think this over-reaction about the cup will calm down a bit.
 
I also think the Fulham win even more than the Villa win gave the squad some confidence that they can go and win. We have won two away games against teams in the Prem. Teams who have millions of pounds worth of talent that don't even get in the first team. That's got to give the squad belief in them selves and the manager. I know the position is bad now but by getting the results together and the squad knowing they can win matches it can only help. I think we will lose to Forest on Sunday but I think the run has done enough to boost confidence to help them get up the table.
 
If we don't play tomorrow, and even if we do we may have to win, we could easily be bottom of the League by the time we play again a week on Wednesday at Gillingham, (always depending Kent is dry enough to get that game on.)

We should be playing in the League on Saturday, trying to get the points we need, not in the Past it's sell by date cup on Sunday.

Games in hand mean nothing it's points on the board and we are playing catch up both In fixtures and points.

This cup run is going to get us relegated.

Record Broken much?

If we are relegated it's selling all our best players over the last six years and replacing them with mediocrity that will be the cause of it not this cup run.
 
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It could give us the finance to loan a much better striker who could be the missing piece

Yep... And not to mention gives us chance to play without fear, try out tactics and give new or players struggling with form that chance to get a good run out without the pressures of a relegation battle to play on their little minds
 
I also think the Fulham win even more than the Villa win gave the squad some confidence that they can go and win. We have won two away games against teams in the Prem. Teams who have millions of pounds worth of talent that don't even get in the first team. That's got to give the squad belief in them selves and the manager. I know the position is bad now but by getting the results together and the squad knowing they can win matches it can only help. I think we will lose to Forest on Sunday but I think the run has done enough to boost confidence to help them get up the table.

Well said jezzablade, your post lays it all out, and the benefits are so brutally logical it surprises me that we're discussing this. Confidence was at a low point, the cups wins have contributed to an upswing in team belief, and any additional income from this cup run will help no end. If it enables us to loan a player and contribute towards his wages it sounds like a win-win situation, or have I missed something?
 
I used to be against the cup especially after the County defeat after Villa, however if we win tomorrow we need to stay in the cup. It would be 2 in a row and another win against Forest would seriously give the players confidence. Players don't think about being tired when their winning and it means less training. It's the defeats which are tiring for everyone concerned!
 
If we don't play tomorrow, and even if we do we may have to win, we could easily be bottom of the League by the time we play again a week on Wednesday at Gillingham, (always depending Kent is dry enough to get that game on.)

We should be playing in the League on Saturday, trying to get the points we need, not in the Past it's sell by date cup on Sunday.

Games in hand mean nothing it's points on the board and we are playing catch up both In fixtures and points.

This cup run is going to get us relegated.


Stop being a 'Drama Queen'!!

The cup run won't get us relegated! End of!
 

It could give us the finance to loan a much better striker who could be the missing piece
I'd love to believe that but the club usually paint over cup runs financial gain, i think the only time we couldnt was 2003 when we hit two semi finals :)
 
If we don't play tomorrow, and even if we do we may have to win, we could easily be bottom of the League by the time we play again a week on Wednesday at Gillingham, (always depending Kent is dry enough to get that game on.)

We should be playing in the League on Saturday, trying to get the points we need, not in the Past it's sell by date cup on Sunday.

Games in hand mean nothing it's points on the board and we are playing catch up both In fixtures and points.

This cup run is going to get us relegated.

Complete and utter drivel. Seriously, we were shite before the cup run, we've been shite during the cup run and if you think there's any correlation between the two then you're in denial. We're where we are in the league because we've been wank, if the players can't get motivated to get us out of the mire with or without a cup run well tough, it just means we were never good enough in the first place.

Fixture pile up, unfit players, blah blah blah. If we have any bollocks we'll be ok, if not then we deserve everything that's heading our way.
 
It's like one of those costume dramas the BBC like to put on.

The heroine flounces in and declares "Mother, Father, I have had enough of this Challenge Cup tomfoolery. For will being good in one competition that some denounce not affect our league form? And, pray, how will we win this no doubt fine trophy when such rich mercenary troupes such as Liverpool and Manchester City still flourish, alongside those deluded whey-faced poltroons from South Barnsley? if we have to play too many cup games then we'll be bottom of Division Three by Easter!"

Her father, a proper northern man, a man from poor stock made good, with huge sideburns like Amos Brearly and a gruff but kind temperament chides her thus: "Nah then, calm thissen dahn our Eliza, tha'll snap thi quim strings if tha dun't giooer. Dun't tha reckon that them lads'll be better when thiv ad ther sens some wins? Anyow, get thissen int parlour, tha's got thi 'arpsicord lesson wi that young Mr. Ponsycock."

Eliza blushes at the way her father deliberately says the young fellow's name incorrectly. "I'm sorry father, but I get rather worked up about that which I have no control over."

Her father replies - "Tha's bin whittlin' abaht this for t' past fooertneet. And tha knows what I allus say lass, Winnin' Breeds Winners. Now fuck off and get thi 'arpsicord lesson done. It's thruppence 'apenny for that poncy soft southern lad to come each bloody lesson."

Eliza demured. Her father was right, he always was. And besides, young Mr. Ponsonby-Shuttlecock was rather dashing. He always managed to get her feeling rather excited by the end of each lesson. Now, just at the thought of him in his tight riding breeches and flappy sleeves had her frothing like bottled Bass. One day, she knew, they would be betrothed.
 
It's like one of those costume dramas the BBC like to put on.

The heroine flounces in and declares "Mother, Father, I have had enough of this Challenge Cup tomfoolery. For will being good in one competition that some denounce not affect our league form? And, pray, how will we win this no doubt fine trophy when such rich mercenary troupes such as Liverpool and Manchester City still flourish, alongside those deluded whey-faced poltroons from South Barnsley? if we have to play too many cup games then we'll be bottom of Division Three by Easter!"

Her father, a proper northern man, a man from poor stock made good, with huge sideburns like Amos Brearly and a gruff but kind temperament chides her thus: "Nah then, calm thissen dahn our Eliza, tha'll snap thi quim strings if tha dun't giooer. Dun't tha reckon that them lads'll be better when thiv ad ther sens some wins? Anyow, get thissen int parlour, tha's got thi 'arpsicord lesson wi that young Mr. Ponsycock."

Eliza blushes at the way her father deliberately says the young fellow's name incorrectly. "I'm sorry father, but I get rather worked up about that which I have no control over."

Her father replies - "Tha's bin whittlin' abaht this for t' past fooertneet. And tha knows what I allus say lass, Winnin' Breeds Winners. Now fuck off and get thi 'arpsicord lesson done. It's thruppence 'apenny for that poncy soft southern lad to come each bloody lesson."

Eliza demured. Her father was right, he always was. And besides, young Mr. Ponsonby-Shuttlecock was rather dashing. He always managed to get her feeling rather excited by the end of each lesson. Now, just at the thought of him in his tight riding breeches and flappy sleeves had her frothing like bottled Bass. One day, she knew, they would be betrothed.

I just woke the whole house up laughing at this. Post of the year for sure
 
Got to partly agree with the OP. As soon as that red card was shown to Doyle in the Fulham match and realised we were going to have to cope without our inspirational skipper over the next three games.

I thought 'The FA Bloody Cup......'
 
It's like one of those costume dramas the BBC like to put on.

The heroine flounces in and declares "Mother, Father, I have had enough of this Challenge Cup tomfoolery. For will being good in one competition that some denounce not affect our league form? And, pray, how will we win this no doubt fine trophy when such rich mercenary troupes such as Liverpool and Manchester City still flourish, alongside those deluded whey-faced poltroons from South Barnsley? if we have to play too many cup games then we'll be bottom of Division Three by Easter!"

Her father, a proper northern man, a man from poor stock made good, with huge sideburns like Amos Brearly and a gruff but kind temperament chides her thus: "Nah then, calm thissen dahn our Eliza, tha'll snap thi quim strings if tha dun't giooer. Dun't tha reckon that them lads'll be better when thiv ad ther sens some wins? Anyow, get thissen int parlour, tha's got thi 'arpsicord lesson wi that young Mr. Ponsycock."

Eliza blushes at the way her father deliberately says the young fellow's name incorrectly. "I'm sorry father, but I get rather worked up about that which I have no control over."

Her father replies - "Tha's bin whittlin' abaht this for t' past fooertneet. And tha knows what I allus say lass, Winnin' Breeds Winners. Now fuck off and get thi 'arpsicord lesson done. It's thruppence 'apenny for that poncy soft southern lad to come each bloody lesson."

Eliza demured. Her father was right, he always was. And besides, young Mr. Ponsonby-Shuttlecock was rather dashing. He always managed to get her feeling rather excited by the end of each lesson. Now, just at the thought of him in his tight riding breeches and flappy sleeves had her frothing like bottled Bass. One day, she knew, they would be betrothed.
On the tram. Trying hard not to laugh out loud...!! :D
 
It's like one of those costume dramas the BBC like to put on.

The heroine flounces in and declares "Mother, Father, I have had enough of this Challenge Cup tomfoolery. For will being good in one competition that some denounce not affect our league form? And, pray, how will we win this no doubt fine trophy when such rich mercenary troupes such as Liverpool and Manchester City still flourish, alongside those deluded whey-faced poltroons from South Barnsley? if we have to play too many cup games then we'll be bottom of Division Three by Easter!"

Her father, a proper northern man, a man from poor stock made good, with huge sideburns like Amos Brearly and a gruff but kind temperament chides her thus: "Nah then, calm thissen dahn our Eliza, tha'll snap thi quim strings if tha dun't giooer. Dun't tha reckon that them lads'll be better when thiv ad ther sens some wins? Anyow, get thissen int parlour, tha's got thi 'arpsicord lesson wi that young Mr. Ponsycock."

Eliza blushes at the way her father deliberately says the young fellow's name incorrectly. "I'm sorry father, but I get rather worked up about that which I have no control over."

Her father replies - "Tha's bin whittlin' abaht this for t' past fooertneet. And tha knows what I allus say lass, Winnin' Breeds Winners. Now fuck off and get thi 'arpsicord lesson done. It's thruppence 'apenny for that poncy soft southern lad to come each bloody lesson."

Eliza demured. Her father was right, he always was. And besides, young Mr. Ponsonby-Shuttlecock was rather dashing. He always managed to get her feeling rather excited by the end of each lesson. Now, just at the thought of him in his tight riding breeches and flappy sleeves had her frothing like bottled Bass. One day, she knew, they would be betrothed.


Brilliant. Just brilliant!!!!
 
It's like one of those costume dramas the BBC like to put on.

The heroine flounces in and declares "Mother, Father, I have had enough of this Challenge Cup tomfoolery. For will being good in one competition that some denounce not affect our league form? And, pray, how will we win this no doubt fine trophy when such rich mercenary troupes such as Liverpool and Manchester City still flourish, alongside those deluded whey-faced poltroons from South Barnsley? if we have to play too many cup games then we'll be bottom of Division Three by Easter!"

Her father, a proper northern man, a man from poor stock made good, with huge sideburns like Amos Brearly and a gruff but kind temperament chides her thus: "Nah then, calm thissen dahn our Eliza, tha'll snap thi quim strings if tha dun't giooer. Dun't tha reckon that them lads'll be better when thiv ad ther sens some wins? Anyow, get thissen int parlour, tha's got thi 'arpsicord lesson wi that young Mr. Ponsycock."

Eliza blushes at the way her father deliberately says the young fellow's name incorrectly. "I'm sorry father, but I get rather worked up about that which I have no control over."

Her father replies - "Tha's bin whittlin' abaht this for t' past fooertneet. And tha knows what I allus say lass, Winnin' Breeds Winners. Now fuck off and get thi 'arpsicord lesson done. It's thruppence 'apenny for that poncy soft southern lad to come each bloody lesson."

Eliza demured. Her father was right, he always was. And besides, young Mr. Ponsonby-Shuttlecock was rather dashing. He always managed to get her feeling rather excited by the end of each lesson. Now, just at the thought of him in his tight riding breeches and flappy sleeves had her frothing like bottled Bass. One day, she knew, they would be betrothed.

Post of the fucking year
 
It's like one of those costume dramas the BBC like to put on.

The heroine flounces in and declares "Mother, Father, I have had enough of this Challenge Cup tomfoolery. For will being good in one competition that some denounce not affect our league form? And, pray, how will we win this no doubt fine trophy when such rich mercenary troupes such as Liverpool and Manchester City still flourish, alongside those deluded whey-faced poltroons from South Barnsley? if we have to play too many cup games then we'll be bottom of Division Three by Easter!"

Her father, a proper northern man, a man from poor stock made good, with huge sideburns like Amos Brearly and a gruff but kind temperament chides her thus: "Nah then, calm thissen dahn our Eliza, tha'll snap thi quim strings if tha dun't giooer. Dun't tha reckon that them lads'll be better when thiv ad ther sens some wins? Anyow, get thissen int parlour, tha's got thi 'arpsicord lesson wi that young Mr. Ponsycock."

Eliza blushes at the way her father deliberately says the young fellow's name incorrectly. "I'm sorry father, but I get rather worked up about that which I have no control over."

Her father replies - "Tha's bin whittlin' abaht this for t' past fooertneet. And tha knows what I allus say lass, Winnin' Breeds Winners. Now fuck off and get thi 'arpsicord lesson done. It's thruppence 'apenny for that poncy soft southern lad to come each bloody lesson."

Eliza demured. Her father was right, he always was. And besides, young Mr. Ponsonby-Shuttlecock was rather dashing. He always managed to get her feeling rather excited by the end of each lesson. Now, just at the thought of him in his tight riding breeches and flappy sleeves had her frothing like bottled Bass. One day, she knew, they would be betrothed.

Magnifico! Superbo! Worthy of a prize.....anyone got a prize?

As Damski has posted above, with just two months gone and already cited as post of the year, quite rightly too!
 
FA cup will get us relegated...nonsense, just like my Fulham mate who said they didn't need the FA cup right now. Here's my reply to him:

I don't buy the "we don't need" it argument mate, never have. FA Cup should be important for all teams given that these days 16 teams are just making up the numbers in the premiership. As we know, in a one off knockout game it's all to play for so the big guns don't hold a monopoly on the cups (ergo Wigan last season) And it's a shot at glory for everyone in the rest of the league, a giant killing, money spinning cup run, etc. a good cup win can build confidence and inspire ( though admittedly Sheff utd lost after beating Villa and were hammered at Crewe last week...lets see if we beat the mighty Shrewsbury on Saturday)
As for last night, dull fare for the neutral, Fulham fans must be despairing cos your lot were little better than Sunday league. You look doomed to relegation. Blades were hardly exciting but were organised, strong, patient and despite conceding possession had more goal attempts than Fulham...makes Cloughie sound like Mourinho! And you tell any of the 2500 Blades there last night (tuesday night and four hours from home) that it wasn't a good game. After the shite we've endured this season, to a man , they would beg to differ! Fuckin' cup fuckin' fever baby, yeah!!!
 
So when we win the FA Cup who do you think the Lid Twat will be?

My money is on either Doyle or Flynn.
 

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