And if the game on Saturday was like walking into last season, Chelski 1 AFCW 1 was like the dying days of our Premiershit campaign. At times, I had flashbacks of THAT Sheff Weds game at SP. Even the rain felt like it did that fateful evening.
I won’t bother about describing the game. It would be a mixture of swear words and descriptions of some of THE worst performances ever seen in the AFCW era. Actually, this was worse – we have the best collection of individuals now and the worst team.
Until PB came on, we looked nothing. No finesse. No bottle. No obvious will to win. Nothing. As was pointed out to me today, too many players come to AFCW and think they’ve got it on a plate. That they’ve “made it”. The likes of PB, Rosco, RB and Andy Little bother. They try hard and just as important they’ve got the skill at this level to make it happen. The rest? Fuck off…
So, it’s all DA’s fault and we should sack him right? Dunno. I’m starting to be a little bit more sympathetic to that call right now. I really don’t think he’s got the ear of the dressing room. But only a little – yes, if he goes it’ll be a moment of relief to some, particularly those who watch football with worn out knee ligaments (caused by too much jerking). But then what? The main problem is the attitude of our players. The ones I’ve mentioned above would win games, and have done. If a new manager comes in and can’t motivate them as well, what’s the point of getting shot of DA?
Actually, if you want something to chew on, Bob Dowie was there with him during the first half, and again talking with him at length afterwards. Is DA going to get some help from a higher level? Could we be witnessing the watershed moment that this season is fast producing? He’ll probably end up at Palace now I’ve said that.
My own non-footballer solution is that we need somebody on the pitch to pick our players up by the bollocks. Literally, in some cases. Nobody was moving, nobody was yelling out instructions to each other. Can you imagine how we would have done after they’d scored if a player went apeshit on the pitch? And the worst thing is, when we did bother, we fucking ripped them apart.
I always thought that something was wrong at AFCW. Now I know there is. Again, if the presence of Bob Dowie today will get us out of this rut, so be it. Shipping in players almost weekly doesn’t work well enough these days. Perhaps we need strength in depth on the coaching side? I’m still not convinced about our fitness. One thing is certain, any more like that and our board will need to convene an emergency meeting..
As for Scott Fitzgerald, he clearly can’t understand why he’s on loan from Brentford. Today’s “offering” proved it to everyone else : occasional flashes of brilliance don’t cut it when the rest of the time you look as interested as a gay male at a lesbian orgy. Is he short on confidence? If so, coming here will make you wish you’d work at Tescos instead.
Anyway, those who didn’t go today can relive the moment over and over again. For those still wondering about the game…
Plus points: Rosco. Andy Little. PB and RB. Your heads can remain high.
Minus points: Everyone else can fuck off and die.
The referee’s a…..: I have express permission from the person who said it to refer to the ref as a “cockfarmer”. In one of his rare runs forward, SF was hacked down by their goalie. Red card, surely? Er, not quite. A yellow card, a little slap on the wrist and probably an invite to a housewarming party by the ref.
Them: If there’s one good thing about what after all was a point, it was the fact it really fucked them off. We can be but thankful for small mercies. Other than their one shot, they really were dire. Makes us not beating them feel even worse. Fans their usual self (one allegedly threw a bottle at one of our lot), and I understand the stewards were a bit on the cunty side as well.
Point to ponder: Why have we gone backwards? More to the point, why have we gone backwards so quickly?
Truth is stranger than fiction: (1) Rosco having a clear shot at goal and slicing it. What a way to sum up a day. (2) Just how many coppers were there today? Presumably pissed off because they couldn’t go drug dealer bashing at the Notting Hill Carnival.
Anything else? No. Do you really think I want to remind myself of today any longer?
So, was it worth it? The fact that I have never been so non-plused by a last minute equaliser in a competitive fixture suggests not.
In a nutshell: Pass Go, collect £200 and don’t expect to stay long in prison.