Ollessendro
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Let’s not carried away after that lucky 1-0 win over an extremely poor team. In front of an embarrassingly low crowd, we couldn’t get the better of a piss poor side. Had it not been for some luck (Treacy hitting the bar) and some shite finishing by King we’d still be bottom. Despite taking the points we were equally as bad as Preston and it’s a good job our new Froggy singing had his shooting boots on (something our strikers didn’t!!?). It was a great strike, but other than getting off then bottom of the table I’m struggling to take any positives out of the game.
Sure the clappers will slam me for this (if they read it :roll eyes: ) and say something along the lines of ‘it’s the points that matter’ or la de da. However the performance and particularly the personnel is very worrying. Speed might be trying to play more football, but with those plebbs that Blackwell left behind he has a massive job on his hands. Our strikers are completely and utterly toothless with Evans looking like a Sunday league striker (and Malta’s finest hardy putting pressure on). Ward is finally fit for more than 3 games in a row, but that is at the expense of his sharpness. We have 3 defensive midfielders of which one can pass forwards and one can’t even pass backwards to a Red and White shirt. Our full backs look half decent, but central defence is very worrying. Nosworthy is a complete liability, Bartley gets shoved around likes a powder puff and Morgan has lost it. We look to the bench and see that our squad is completely lacking any quality.
Sure we took 3 points (thank fuck) but these 4 games have shown how truly awful we are. We can’t score for toffee (2 goals in 4 games is pathetic). Our most dangerous players (Cresswell and Ward) look as ineffective as super Ched. The defence is all over the shop and the midfield has 3 players of the same mould (one bad, one ok and one decent). We have absolutely no pace, little skill and no quality. Couple that with no width, a lack of confidence and no flair and you have a relegation battle o your hands.
The red and white side of Sheffield have showed that they are not happy with the shit that Blackwell has left behind. Despite a special offer and a new manager we can’t even get 20’000 fans. Nuff said.
On top of that the pie that I had at half time was absolutely horrible. The girl who served me was a complete plank and my Bovril was all stoggy at the bottom. Micalijo told me that Blackwell’s wife is still working in the kitchen on the South side of the kop. There was loads of traffic coming through Attercliffe at midday and I got stuck there for ages. Surely McCabe could clear the streets for all Blades fans on Saturdays. I had a shit pint in the Cremorne on London Road and then some twat spilt beer on my shoes. I paid £70 for them fookers. On the way home I got wet and my brolly broke in the wind. I ended up getting soaked. I bought that umbrella from the club shop. Then I tried to shelter in one of McCabe’s construction sites, but it was leaking. Before when I was in the centre I ran for the tram. The driver saw me running, but despite the rain he set off. I could have swore it was Birch. Aren't Sheff Utd advertising on the trams? I know we are skint, but Tricky Trev moonlighting on the Super Tram takes the biscuit. And WTF, he see's a guy in a Blades shirt and drives off without picking him up. Bastard. After I got home I was moaning so much about Sheff Utd that we didn’t go out on Saturday night. I was so upset at our shit performance that I didn’t even eat me supper and our lass wouldn’t give me a blow job. Fucking Sheffield United fooking my Saturday’s
Sure the clappers will slam me for this (if they read it :roll eyes: ) and say something along the lines of ‘it’s the points that matter’ or la de da. However the performance and particularly the personnel is very worrying. Speed might be trying to play more football, but with those plebbs that Blackwell left behind he has a massive job on his hands. Our strikers are completely and utterly toothless with Evans looking like a Sunday league striker (and Malta’s finest hardy putting pressure on). Ward is finally fit for more than 3 games in a row, but that is at the expense of his sharpness. We have 3 defensive midfielders of which one can pass forwards and one can’t even pass backwards to a Red and White shirt. Our full backs look half decent, but central defence is very worrying. Nosworthy is a complete liability, Bartley gets shoved around likes a powder puff and Morgan has lost it. We look to the bench and see that our squad is completely lacking any quality.
Sure we took 3 points (thank fuck) but these 4 games have shown how truly awful we are. We can’t score for toffee (2 goals in 4 games is pathetic). Our most dangerous players (Cresswell and Ward) look as ineffective as super Ched. The defence is all over the shop and the midfield has 3 players of the same mould (one bad, one ok and one decent). We have absolutely no pace, little skill and no quality. Couple that with no width, a lack of confidence and no flair and you have a relegation battle o your hands.
The red and white side of Sheffield have showed that they are not happy with the shit that Blackwell has left behind. Despite a special offer and a new manager we can’t even get 20’000 fans. Nuff said.
On top of that the pie that I had at half time was absolutely horrible. The girl who served me was a complete plank and my Bovril was all stoggy at the bottom. Micalijo told me that Blackwell’s wife is still working in the kitchen on the South side of the kop. There was loads of traffic coming through Attercliffe at midday and I got stuck there for ages. Surely McCabe could clear the streets for all Blades fans on Saturdays. I had a shit pint in the Cremorne on London Road and then some twat spilt beer on my shoes. I paid £70 for them fookers. On the way home I got wet and my brolly broke in the wind. I ended up getting soaked. I bought that umbrella from the club shop. Then I tried to shelter in one of McCabe’s construction sites, but it was leaking. Before when I was in the centre I ran for the tram. The driver saw me running, but despite the rain he set off. I could have swore it was Birch. Aren't Sheff Utd advertising on the trams? I know we are skint, but Tricky Trev moonlighting on the Super Tram takes the biscuit. And WTF, he see's a guy in a Blades shirt and drives off without picking him up. Bastard. After I got home I was moaning so much about Sheff Utd that we didn’t go out on Saturday night. I was so upset at our shit performance that I didn’t even eat me supper and our lass wouldn’t give me a blow job. Fucking Sheffield United fooking my Saturday’s