Christ on a bike that was horrible.
Of course trying to access a site that doesn’t work to comment upon how dreadful that was only served to compound matters. If we’d just beaten Manchester United at Old Trafford 4-0 who gives a hoot about being able to share the joy?
So in the midst of blunted scalpels and a sea of hacked up body parts here’s the autopsy.
1. I actually thought I’d turned into Dr Who and stepped out the Tardis in the 90’s. We were wet, weak and weary.
2. This isn’t scapegoating, but Sandro is yet another bloke that someone took a punt on at a couple of mill that hasn’t worked out. Harsh? Who cares, I’m not his mother. Buy cheap, buy twice.
3. Redknapp’s tactical nouse is about as sharp as your average Swingball player.
4. I don’t think Phil Dowd likes us. That said, he appears to me as if there are deep routed issues there, like his brother is schtupping his his wife.
5. Discovery brand wizzes allover Old El Paso. Their fahitas can only be described as fluffy and flavoursome. Their nachos come with a mysterious sachet of cheese sauce which I was too scared to investigate as to what was in it but I haven’t enjoyed nachos so much in ten years.
The rest of today’s blogs will consist of me weeping at names the ‘ITK’s’ throw into the hat/be cancelled due to lack of interest in battling a server made of Fromage Frais.
Oh yes and if you opened your living room window yesterday at about 6 o’clock you could just make out the distant sound of Italians laughing.
One clueless bunch..and that 5 times..
#6. Daytripper was spot on last season. Dawson is a disaster when he is playing away from the Lane (as demonstrated by the defending against Newcastle and Everton recently as well), but is one of the best in England at home.
I cannot understand how someone can be so brilliant at home against Manure and then turn around and look so futile away against lesser teams like Newcastle and Fulham.