
Mark Robins
Bleurgh. So, in a nutshell, since our last update (apologies for the sloppiness, it would never have happened in mylo’s day) we’ve won a game and kept a clean sheet, lost two league games, drawn one and been knocked out of the Carling Cup at Ewood Park. We forgot to mention the following things: Ryan Bennett, Scott Griffiths, Swine Flu, Ben Amos, Marco Cereste, Gillian Beasley, letters to councillors, Colin Hill, Elliot Omozusi, James McKeown, Histon, Lanre Oyebanjo, Fant-Tastic Telecom, Jamie Day’s contract, Fergie Out, Fergie In, beach balls, Andy Dibble and Darren Ward.
Now we’re all up to speed, how about today’s game? Well, we looked pretty handy up until the game resumed following George Boyd’s penalty. Then it all went tit-shaped and for all our huffing (hoofing?) and puffing (poofing? No, puffing) we got nowhere and rarely threatened Luke Steele - who got a thoroughly undeserved hostile reception from some sections of the London Road End.
What have we learned? Nothing we didn’t know already. We need a third, and probably fourth, striker in the squad. Batt’s just not good enough. Danny Rose must have some dirt on Harry Redknapp to still be in the Spurs squad, we need a new right back, the defence is disorganised and sloppy, Pearce may as well not be here, Morgan’s having a nightmare of a season, the midfield just ain’t right, we really miss CMS when he’s not there and to compete in this division you need to throw some money at quality players.
Anyway, onwards and upwards, I’m sure we can take something from the next three games. Now, let’s see, who have we got?
Awww, bum.
It’s going to be a long, cold, lonely winter, folks.