pommpey
THE FUTURE ... AS IT USED TO BE
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Am out in the caravan at the moment in Dorset, so a bit away from the base to view todays showing.
Thanks to everyone regarding steerage toward the NordVPN (fucking no idea, me) and the SUFCOK.co.uk. I ordered the match, got to Weymouth, settled in the White Hart tried to access the game from my phone, no fucking dice. So managed to faff endlessly trying to get access to my {REDACTED} live stream and managed at the end, eapods in, sipping my Coke, in the boozer. On 47% battery.
To be honest after we'd survived the first few minutes of scares, I thought we looked a heck of a lot better for 35 minutes of that first half. Some great work and great endeavor, even if it did look again very Wilderball. One would imagine that sometime soon, the endless forays into the corner, playing triangles until it was the ideal time to cross then failing to do so and booting it across the park to go down into the other corner ... the opposition might just suss it out and eventually put a cap on it. One would imagine, anyway ...
We huffed though, didn't we? McBurnie tried a worldie, Davies put one into the BLLT, Basham did his usual silkiness and RND looked purposeful ... and Fleck just did what Fleck did. Okay, he actally beat two men in one run ... first time for twenty years or so. And sometimes Hudderfield allowed Norwood's pings to get to their targets, not that the resulting crosses did owt.
Second half, and with 'We are the Blades!' still echoing round the stadium, we pressed forward, but with fuck all to how from it. There's me in the pub, pods in, going 'Oh, for fucks sake!' out loud and parents with young kids looking gone out at me. Then suddenly we went super flaccid and Huddersfield had absorbed every attempt on goal we could muster. Mind you, it's not as though their keeper was troubled much and was pulling off any meaningful saves, is it?
And I thought ... "you know. It's just like us to go one down now having had all this possession and pressing!" Stranger things happen, and they fucking did. I sat there in the pub with a face like slapped shit, glowering at the adjacent kids. Little cunts.
And still, without some useless, pointless substitutions, we failed to score.
Them my phone ran out of battery at 88 minutes, so I missed the drama at the end.
So, up to 88 minutes:
Foderingham 5/10: Not too bad as far as I saw. Pretty unsighted for their first. Put it this way ... he's not Verrips
Baldock 6/10: He's always involved, but the missing four is his end product
Basham 5/10: He still has the ability, but in a failing setup, he looks like the only player willing to take it past peple
Egan 4/10: Not a very impressive showing
Davies 6/10: Okay, he's possibly getting over marked but fuck me, anything is better than the golden robot
RND 6/10: Liked this bloke today. Looks like he wants to be in it. All the hype about him was correct. Fuck knows why he was subbed
Berge 5.5/10: First half, looked a reyt threat. Second half couldn't do much right
Norwood 4/10: A better showing from Pointy. But still pretty fucking wank
Fleck 2/10: Weak link in midfield and so fucking wanting in all departments. Gets a 2 for his brief foray past two players. Well done Jimmy
Brewster 4/10: Poor kid
McBurnie 5/10: Gets four of that for the bicycle kick alone. The rest of the time, flailing, landng on his back with his arms outstretched, shithousing and not really doing owt noteworthy. Did we really pay £20m for this bloke?
Sharp 4/10: Apparently he scored, so well done
McGoldrick 3/10: Fading fast
Osborn unmarked. Didn't see him do much
We should have come out second half and gone through the fucking gears and killed Huddersfield Town off, like WBA did midweek. Instead, this game tells us all we need to know about our failings and where work needs doing. We won't do it though. We'll fuck about and sign no one and be stucj with Norwood and Fleck as our only midfield options in Wilderballarama until SJ gets sacked in January, with people questioning where the fuck the Ramsdale munneh went
pommpey
Thanks to everyone regarding steerage toward the NordVPN (fucking no idea, me) and the SUFCOK.co.uk. I ordered the match, got to Weymouth, settled in the White Hart tried to access the game from my phone, no fucking dice. So managed to faff endlessly trying to get access to my {REDACTED} live stream and managed at the end, eapods in, sipping my Coke, in the boozer. On 47% battery.
To be honest after we'd survived the first few minutes of scares, I thought we looked a heck of a lot better for 35 minutes of that first half. Some great work and great endeavor, even if it did look again very Wilderball. One would imagine that sometime soon, the endless forays into the corner, playing triangles until it was the ideal time to cross then failing to do so and booting it across the park to go down into the other corner ... the opposition might just suss it out and eventually put a cap on it. One would imagine, anyway ...
We huffed though, didn't we? McBurnie tried a worldie, Davies put one into the BLLT, Basham did his usual silkiness and RND looked purposeful ... and Fleck just did what Fleck did. Okay, he actally beat two men in one run ... first time for twenty years or so. And sometimes Hudderfield allowed Norwood's pings to get to their targets, not that the resulting crosses did owt.
Second half, and with 'We are the Blades!' still echoing round the stadium, we pressed forward, but with fuck all to how from it. There's me in the pub, pods in, going 'Oh, for fucks sake!' out loud and parents with young kids looking gone out at me. Then suddenly we went super flaccid and Huddersfield had absorbed every attempt on goal we could muster. Mind you, it's not as though their keeper was troubled much and was pulling off any meaningful saves, is it?
And I thought ... "you know. It's just like us to go one down now having had all this possession and pressing!" Stranger things happen, and they fucking did. I sat there in the pub with a face like slapped shit, glowering at the adjacent kids. Little cunts.
And still, without some useless, pointless substitutions, we failed to score.
Them my phone ran out of battery at 88 minutes, so I missed the drama at the end.
So, up to 88 minutes:
Foderingham 5/10: Not too bad as far as I saw. Pretty unsighted for their first. Put it this way ... he's not Verrips
Baldock 6/10: He's always involved, but the missing four is his end product
Basham 5/10: He still has the ability, but in a failing setup, he looks like the only player willing to take it past peple
Egan 4/10: Not a very impressive showing
Davies 6/10: Okay, he's possibly getting over marked but fuck me, anything is better than the golden robot
RND 6/10: Liked this bloke today. Looks like he wants to be in it. All the hype about him was correct. Fuck knows why he was subbed
Berge 5.5/10: First half, looked a reyt threat. Second half couldn't do much right
Norwood 4/10: A better showing from Pointy. But still pretty fucking wank
Fleck 2/10: Weak link in midfield and so fucking wanting in all departments. Gets a 2 for his brief foray past two players. Well done Jimmy
Brewster 4/10: Poor kid
McBurnie 5/10: Gets four of that for the bicycle kick alone. The rest of the time, flailing, landng on his back with his arms outstretched, shithousing and not really doing owt noteworthy. Did we really pay £20m for this bloke?
Sharp 4/10: Apparently he scored, so well done
McGoldrick 3/10: Fading fast
Osborn unmarked. Didn't see him do much
We should have come out second half and gone through the fucking gears and killed Huddersfield Town off, like WBA did midweek. Instead, this game tells us all we need to know about our failings and where work needs doing. We won't do it though. We'll fuck about and sign no one and be stucj with Norwood and Fleck as our only midfield options in Wilderballarama until SJ gets sacked in January, with people questioning where the fuck the Ramsdale munneh went
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