“But I thought it was well deserved. 2-0 would have been easier on the heart at the end. But, overall, delighted.”
Archives for October 2014
The Prime Minister himself bizarrely claims (along with Prince William) to follow the Villa. I’m not too sure how many times either man has been to Birmingham but it seems that Paul Lambert’s knighthood is assured if he guides his men to Premier glory. Unlikely I know.
The final, played on a day of drizzle and gloom at Wembley, where the highlight of the pre-match entertainment was the sight of one of the RAF’s elite Red Devils parachute team miscalculating his trajectory and crashing into the stadiums roof (he was unhurt) was, for the main, as dour as the weather itself.
If you think Delia and Michael don’t really care or understand, then you and I will never agree and I can’t be bothered with you. It would be like trying to reason with nutters who swear Elvis is working at the Vauxhall Caravan Park on the Acle New Road. If, however, you know that Delia and Michael have always striven to do the best for the club, then that is a proper starting point to consider the work of Neil Adams.
Perhaps those of us who are left feeling a little uncomfortable when the league table comes into view are jumping the gun. Perhaps I should be affording Adams and co the same level of patience that I unreasonably, and unfathomably, offered to Team Hughton.
“And our performances certainly deserve more. The facts are there that we have won just the once in the last eight, but everyone in the stadium knows we should have won the game today bar some fantastic saves from the keeper…
The Championship is not going to be the cakewalk many thought it would, the one that a few still think it should be. We’re not the only ‘big’ club down there and we’re not the only club that has a strong squad, numbers and quality wise.
Unlike some of those around me, I don’t have a particular problem with the ball being played backwards and sideways as long as it is done so with purpose and pass, but when it’s done so slowly and with no conviction the problems begin.
And nor could the manager add a clean sheet to his wish-list. Conceding so soon after taking that priceless lead is the stuff of managerial grey hairs. Don’t switch off after you score is a mantra hammered in from the youth team up.
Long gone are the days when pub landlord or bricklayer were more realistic ‘after the parade’ paths for those who had been used to kicking a football for a living – at least for those who didn’t make it to the highest level.
The faith shown by Adams in his defensive midfield pairing of Bradley Johnson and Alex Tettey has been admirable, but when they are not producing and you have Jonny Howson, Gary O’Neil and Vadis Odidja-Ofoe sitting on the bench it just feels a little uncomfortable.
“It’s been three games now – and it can’t go on,” said the City chief. “And there’s obviously a lot to be worked on; we’re still dominating games in terms of possession, but we’re just not scoring the goals that we were.”
I suspect that vocal support doesn’t affect performances on the pitch as much as we believe. It’s a factor, but a relatively minor one; in the case of Fulham, for example, any encouragement from the crowd at the start of the season would have been greatly outweighed by the malign influence of madcap cheesemonger Felix Magath.
Football fans tend to see the game in a very simplistic manner. Clubs, games, players are all the same – they’re either good or bad. There is rarely, if any, middle ground. Look at how that’s reflected with our club at the moment.
This is our 10th season at this level since 2000/01 and the first time we’ve been top at this point – after eleven games. We had more points in 2002/03 (24pts, 3rd place) but only finished 8th. Promotion came in 2003/04 and 2010/11.
At that time the only seats in the ground were in the old Main Stand from where its occupants would frequently hurl cushions – presumably there to provide comfort from the wooden benches – to express their disdain at events on the pitch
Of course, there are plenty of examples of highly successful foreign managers in England and I give them full respect – but let’s be honest, if your own club isn’t involved, it’s much more fun to see someone fail spectacularly.
Our performances this season put me in mind of our having just bought a brand new car and driven out of the showroom and on to the open road for the first time. It looked so damned good, stood there, in the sunshine, surrounded by pot plants and posters of cars driving through parched deserts
MFW has chugged along like the rest of us for the last eight years, recording every click, purchase, impression and occasional invoice. Eight years worth of local online advertising data. Enough to demonstrate there is still money in local advertising.
During his playing days, Holt was the epitome of the ball-winning, box-to-box midfielder. A combative steeliness, augmented by a desire to push play forward and support the attacking players in the side.