Where do you start with this sh*t performance.
I’ll keep it brief and not go though everyone’s performance.
Goalkeeper, looks ok but like a rabbit in headlights on corners. Other teams will notice his indecision and will target us and him big style.
Theres a reason Silva still plays for us at 39, it’s because we are sh*t. He needs to go, he controls our slow slow tempo and his style of play encourages this lax play around him. Unfortunately our other defenders are fairly sh*te at control and move and end up getting caught for 2/3 big chances every match.
Gallagher does something’s good but a lot of bad. How many times did he loose the ball in tight situations today. If he doesn’t want to sign he can go next month, we will get over it. Also he never seems to learn when running back with players. Every time it’s the same attempt of tackle from the side which he misjudges and gives a free in a dangerous position plus a booking.
Jackson looked more sh*t that Brojan today because he got more opportunities to be sh*te. I suppose maybe he got into better positions. One thing sure is that neither will get into a position to attack a low driven cross into the box. Both clueless, neither would look dangerous with a shotgun up the jumper.
Sterling is not a leader on the pitch, not what you’d expect from his standing and he goes down far too easily. I’m sick of it, refs are sick of it and that’s why he got booked, should have been earlier for diving or instigating the foul on him.
Inside about 5 minutes today we had three bookings. 2 for kicking the ball away and another for backchat. Then Sterling gets booked so we miss him and palmer next match. Needless bookings which have to stop. I don’t know how many bookings we had today but not once can I remember a Wolves player rolling about in agony or getting taken off because of injury caused by a bookable tackle by us.
Our play comes straight from the training ground, no intensity, tippy tappy as it doesn’t matter if we loose the ball. When you get site of goal inside the box put your f**king boot though it, don’t keeping checking inside as if your playing against the kids in the back garden.
Finally anytime a half decent tackle comes it, fair or otherwise, if you’re a wee bit hurt don’t let on. Get up, stick your chest out, smile at the opponent, call him a knob and you’ll do him the next time you get a chance. Our players are f**king chocolate men with no fight. Defenders must love playing against these whimsy, whiney little bitches.
Merry Christmas everyone.
