Back in the day there was a progressive rock band called Yes. I couldn’t stand them as I thought they were pretentious, mixing up time signatures just to show off, knocking out endless noodlings and as for Rick Wakeman’s cape, well…
One of their staple tracks was Yours Is No Disgrace and that’s how I feel about Saturday. No need to hang collective heads in shame over the narrowest of defeats to the pretty useful side that is Leeds United.
The usual small gallery of missed chances, a free header granted to their centre-back for the winner and a suicidal back pass from Grant Hanley aside, we were at the races. We can’t beat ourselves up for losing there.
I’m slightly distressed about Daniel Farke’s comment that we would return to man-to-man marking at set pieces as we had identified Pontus Jansson as their dangerman. Oh, guess who nutted in, more or less unmarked. It sounds like an identified plan that seems to have failed to have been properly implemented to me.
Let’s be honest folks, this season is shot. The horse has bolted, the moggy has escaped the sack and we ain’t going nowhere.
As Gary alluded to yesterday, Farke drew the shortest of straws upon his arrival.
Injuries, largely caused in the pre-season nightmare that was Cambridge United, have hardly helped his cause.
But anybody calling for his head is premature and has to realise a few painful pieces of reality. Farke is, and has to be, here for the long haul because the Board has backed itself into a corner and cannot do anything other than stick with him. Should Stuart Webber decide he wants to graze on pastures new, we would be as stuffed as a Norfolk bronze this time next week.
We would be left with an entire coaching team we couldn’t afford to despatch and nobody to oversee them.
Already, Webber-Farke’s most expensive purchase, Marcel Franke, is being touted with a January exit, possibly to Union Berlin. Well he’s done bugger all for us, so I don’t mind. Bad choice gents, but anybody can get it wrong.
But let’s do what Worzel Gummidge did in moments of extreme stress and put our thinking heads on.
While Aunt Delia and Mr Wynn Jones (think of Aunt Sally and said fictional scarecrow, if you will) continue to enjoy their nice cup of tea and a slice of cake, us plebs in the seated stands will remain powerless. This, right now, is as good as it will get for the foreseeable future.
We will comfortably survive in the Championship this season, of that I am sure.
But what seemed to me like an exciting, forward-thinking concept at the time it was implemented currently appears to be struggling to tread water, let alone begin to emulate dolphins by leaping gracefully towards the sunny skies.
I’ll leave my thoughts on the January window until it opens, but who do you think will arrive? I know the answer to that. How many of our youngsters (with the possible exception of Jamal Lewis) will be blooded, let alone be allowed to prove themselves and thus attempt to become established? I know the answer to that one too. And who will depart? Not Matt Jarvis. Not Steven Naismith. And not Michael McGovern.
James Maddison and Timm Klose anyone? I wouldn’t care to bet either will be here in February. Obviously, it all depends who might come in for them – the bottom end of the Premier League will probably be queuing up. For Madders for certain.
And as for next season? Too early to speculate, I hear you say. Well I reckon we’re in for a dose of Bundesliga bargains, loanees and anybody from the academy who is given the chance to break through.
I’m prepared to be shot down for the above statement but I doubt I’m that far out.
I’m no Einstein but to me No Investment = No Future.
A couple of years ago I had the great privilege to meet Rick Wakeman of Yes in the Rising Sun in Coltishall. I’m a Red Lion lad so it was a miraculous encounter. We discovered we had both worked in the same pub at different times (the Greyhound in Chadwell Heath) and had a good old natter.
When I repeated the famous music industry tale about him enjoying an on-stage meat curry from his piano stool to deliberately annoy the other members of the band like Steve Howe and Jon Anderson who were vegetarian/vegan, he didn’t deny it.