Alco,
Stoke play decent, though not brilliant football in my view. They have some very talented Premiership quality players. Their success in adapting to the top league only served to illustrate how abjectly we threw away our own golden opportunity a few years ago, with Warnock and McCabe equally to blame. There's a world of different between Stoke's football and the garbage we churn out as a matter of routine. I suspect you know that full well!
Of course we can't play like Brazil '70. They were peerless and will remain so. But for God's sake let's have a bit of pride and realise that Bassett style stuff has had it's time. It's been worked out. It doesn't work any more. Wimbledon are dead. Yet we alone hang onto it for grim death like it's the ark of the covenant. I'm sick of it. I've had enough of Monty 'breaking up play' and Quinn helping it on ad nauseam. More than that, I've had enough of people telling me that's all SUFC are entitled to aspire to. This 'We know our place' mentality is gaining ground and it's spineless, cowardly crap - just like whacking the ball 60 yards to nowhere in particular rather than having the courage to at least attempt to do something creative.
There'll be no surprises today, Alco. Whatever the result, Norwich will dominate possession today. They will pass the ball to each other and create chances as a result. We will huff and puff without any style or elegance whatsoever, hoping that effort and commitment will prevail over skill. Occasionally, of course, it will. Ultimately, however, talent will prevail.
We need to get real. Some of our parochial favourites are, for all their tireless, whole-hearted commitment, simply not good enough - not remotely good enough - and need to be replaced forthwith. Until management and supporters grasp that nettle (and remember Trevor Birch said as much before we appointed Micky Adams) we shall continue to 'enjoy' nothing more than mediocrity. We would be supporting our club far better by acknowledging this reality than by any amount of vainly urging 'Go on Monty, son - break up that play!'