Clough has earned time after last season, but we should be mounting a serious challenge for automatic promotion this season. If there are no signs of mounting a challenge by early or late Jan, we should be considering making a change.
I'm shocked, a little unsurprised, but a bit pissed off that everyone is levelling this at Clough. We could have fucking Mourinho managing Sheffield United at the moment and we'd still scrape a draw with high flying, big hitting Notts Cunty at BDTBL. The fucking players are the problem, chaps. We have proved that. We sell Maguire, suddenly we are shitpipe at the back. I mean, look at last night's team:
Howard - not exactly the most supremely solid shot stopper or cross catcher we have ever seen. He ain't Trace, Kelly, Brown or Hodgy.
Basham - where the fuck DO we actually play this bloke? He is shit in midfield, decent in the centre of the back four and dodgy out wide in the back four. He isn't particularly pacey, disappears in games and doesn't exactly impose himself in games
Mceveley - still not really up to what I would say is a Maguire 'one of his better games' standards
McCarthy - you know when you are playing crib? You know when its your opponents box and you have JKQ574, the turnover card is a 5 and you are figuring out what to ditch on your opponent which on turnover might look good, but with their Q and 9 means fifteen-fuck-all? Well McCarthy is that 7 and 4. Cheers Neil.
Harris - inconsistency in a United shirt. In fact, there isn't enough room to print that on the back of his.
Doyle - for far too long this bloke is pulling on a United shirt and as it goes over his head and no one can see his face, he is pulling a 'lol @ Clough' expression, because I don't even think he knows why he is still at Sheffield United. He is just counting his blessings that no one had taken his place - because to be frank, Doyle might be shit, but his opposition is shitter. So why should he try?
Scougall - yup, he a little terrier. But possibly in the Sheffield and Hallam u-14s. For an example of a shorter footballer who holds his own in the professional game, see Aguiero. Again, too much 'who's the little guy?' faffage to hold his own in the midfield of a big-thinking club. Let's face it. He's not exactly John Gannon or even (perish the thought) Patterson, is he?
Baxter - when he signed, we were all practically jizzing in our jeans at the prospect of some sort of Fabregas-like being making play from in front of the centre circle and nabbing goals aplenty. But he's bobbar, isn't he chaps? Couple of goals here and there, a 'Baxter - best player on the pitch' because the rest are so fucking dismal and that's it. Championship level? Do you REALLY think he has it in him? They'd stamp him flat.
Murphy - he is about our best player, really. But the wind has to be in the right direction, if he's u[p against pace he shits himself transparent and there have been too many 'Murphy - 5/10s' as opposed to Murphy dry-bummed their back four inside out. He scored a fucking beaut two weeks ago against Doncaster, but I bet you my fucking 1989 lime green classic shirt (my most prized United possession) he doesn't score any more of them this season.
Flynn - dear sweet fucking god. Why is this lightweight still at the club? Scoring one goal against a lacklustre and frankly not much arsed Villa side last season doth not maketh his bloke Alan Woodward. He has had three or four unimpressive, uninspiring seasons with us and so far he has been someone to fill the fucking jersey, as far as I am concerned.
Campbell-Beansontoast - Way, way, way, waaaay past his best, which was about six consecutive games, five years ago. Like most players you consistently see on Gillette Soccer Saturday, Jermain Easter, that Stonebridge bloke for Plymmerf, Jamie Cureton, Jon Stead, Adie Akinbyi, Darius Henderson to name but a few, you think, "cor, he's smacking them in. Ten goals already and it is only September 23rd. Wish we had the cunt. Then ten years later we sign him after he has been cutting the grass for Nuneaton or selling pies and programmes for Gretna and expect him to be Johan Cruyff. Of course, once they get here and realise that it is cash in hand and no pressure, they idle through games barely understanding what is required of them. No one has the ballocks to get hold of this non achiever and say 'Jamal. See this fucking white line running the length of the fucking pitch, lad? Well I want you to run along that very fast, all game and when you get down there you boot it across at ninety degrees at about eight foot off the floor for that big, slow old fucker to head into that white outlined rectangle. Just stay out of the way of them cunts who don't have your kit on. Oh, and that means the coppers as well'
Higdon - fucking hell. I won't fuck about, okay. But I prefer Porter. There you go.
McNulty - obviously summats up backstage.
Reed - see Scougall. This kid actually looks capable, mind.
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