Thursday, 22 November 2007

Pub news.

We had an autopsy in the pub today. (or was it a post mortem)?

What is wrong with our football team? Everybody was blaming the manager, and admittingly he did make a couple of selection and strategical errors last night, but in the end it is down to the players. Once the game starts the manager has minimal input until half-time,or substitutions arise, whichever comes first.

Players who must be/are good at their trade, command astranomical wages, should,as a team be able to adapt to the oppositions game plan and play accordingly. But no. What we saw was an abject lack of on-field leadership. The captain was useless. The rest of them were useless.

Verdict: Sporting suicide.

Roll on the Motorbike racing!

8 comments:

Grumpy said...

Bollocks! They sacked the manager, and quite rightly so! I would sack him also for his lack of leadership and inspiration to those poor pathetic players, and I don't like his face!.

john.g. said...

Grumpy, stick to annoying people, you know about that!

Mr Farty said...

You've got a pub football team? Who were you playing, the local girl's school? You should have run them over with your wheelchair!

zoe said...

WRIGHT-PHILLIPS SHOULD HAVE STAYED ON. BARRY TOO. MY SON STAYED UP LATE TO WATCH THAT GAME OF CRAP.

so did i. (but i do like footie. good footie.)

mutleythedog said...

I went to the bloody pub to watch that rubbish left at 2-0 then later turned it back on to watch the fuckin Croats score a third!! Man I hate football..

meredic said...

I am with you here John. Stop paying the buggers until they can win a bit.

john.g. said...

Zoe, would WRIGHT-PHILLIPS have supplied the cross fof CROUCH? No. BECKHAM should have started!

Muts,summer of WAG free telly!

Meredic, yes!

RUTH said...

Steve McLaren was wheeling his shopping trolley across the supermarket car park when he noticed an old lady struggling with her bags of shopping. He stopped and asked, "Can you manage dear?" to which the old lady replied, "no way you got yourself into this mess, don't ask me to sort it out!"
Rx