Pinchy
Blade, not Bladey.
How anyone can actually defend and even seek to justify the turgid, monotonous, one-dimensional, alehouse, neanderthal, sterile, mind-numbing, dinosaur-reviving, low-flying aircraft endangering, purist-nauseating, insomniac-curing garbage that Blacko the Clown serves up as an excuse for football is quite beyond me.
Apart from being the aesthetic equivalent of Bernard Manning in a porn movie it simply DOES NOT WORK! The days of Wimbledon beating Liverpool are long gone [Thank the Pele] and will never return.
The only way to succeed, certainly at Premiership and Championship levels, is to keep possession of the football, pass it and move into space to receive it again. Done properly you end up in the opposition penalty area on a regular basis with players in good positions and pop in a goal or two [Sorry Blacko, did I lose you back there?] whilst the opposition are starved of the ball for long periods and don't know what to do when they get it [Ah, you understand that bit, Kevin!].
This season is a turning point, one way or another. Blacko will not deliver promotion. Either we change significantly the way we play [which axiomatically involves a change of manager] and enter at least the 20th, if not the 21st, century or we stick with the man in the long shoes, red nose and orange wig, in which case the circus will perform to ever-reducing numbers.
Roll up!
Join the Campaign for Real Football!
Apart from being the aesthetic equivalent of Bernard Manning in a porn movie it simply DOES NOT WORK! The days of Wimbledon beating Liverpool are long gone [Thank the Pele] and will never return.
The only way to succeed, certainly at Premiership and Championship levels, is to keep possession of the football, pass it and move into space to receive it again. Done properly you end up in the opposition penalty area on a regular basis with players in good positions and pop in a goal or two [Sorry Blacko, did I lose you back there?] whilst the opposition are starved of the ball for long periods and don't know what to do when they get it [Ah, you understand that bit, Kevin!].
This season is a turning point, one way or another. Blacko will not deliver promotion. Either we change significantly the way we play [which axiomatically involves a change of manager] and enter at least the 20th, if not the 21st, century or we stick with the man in the long shoes, red nose and orange wig, in which case the circus will perform to ever-reducing numbers.
Roll up!
Join the Campaign for Real Football!