I've had it up to the back teeth of aging managers in super high profile jobs on mammoth wages blurting out cliche after cliche.
I feel your pain. I feel the same. This excuse business cuts no ice when (like you say) you consider the mammoth wages.
McLaren after our devastation by Chelsea, "Well every game is NOW a cup final". Why wasn't the fecking Chelsea match a cup final, we are about to drop into the championship where we could have tasty away matches at Burton Albion.
I agree. If players cannot be arsed to play for 90 plus minutes in a competitive game, then they shouldn't be playing football and leave it to those that do want to play so badly that it hurts.
I'm starting to despise these players on sickening wages with the big 'I am' attitudes and the ' I'll play when I feel like it' attitudes.
That's not just our players', it goes for all players'.
The trouble is, our players' are paid sickening wages in the main but we have been desensitised to it all where we think £50,000 a week is nothing when you compare it to the £250,000 a week that people like Rooney get.
It's fecking sickening in all ways and those bassads need to understand just how lucky they are. Bodyguards are willing to take a bullet for a VIP; well so should these overpaid bassad players' for their VIP's - the fans.
Another great cliche "We learnt a lot from that", our players must be Oxford education standard by now the fecking lessons they've had and "learnt from.
Yeah, I hate that as well. It's as if they're a bunch of pre-school kids stacking blocks and getting praised for learning how to stack 5 that day - and a hope that next week they don't make a mistake and tumble a shot at 6.
Get us a young manager in like Eddie Howe or Tim Sherwood or even Lee Clark, they will make mistakes, but they are not dyed in the wool and can genuinely learn.
I can see what you're saying and a young manager with fresh ideas as well as a method of gaining respect by coaching methods and man management. Eddie Howe does seem to be a better type of fit to give the fans the football they want. Not sure about Sherwoood or Clark though.
Sick as feck and fed up with the bullshit.
Once again I can understand where you're coming from. I get frustrated many a time, like we all do, but I try to clear my mind from the immediate aftermath of a game so I can focus on any positives.
Granted, we don't appear to see too many positives, but I just try to take snippets like I'm doing from this warm weather training; yet even this seems to be creating an injury list.
As simple as this for me. If the next two games yield us nothing or virtually nothing, then McClaren has to go, because this squad has absolutely no excuse to give for any inept performances. We have to be 'the' or one of 'the' freshest squads in the premier league, pound for pound with players'.
That bassad McClaren better stop smirking and smiling when we've played shit, though, because he's seriously pissing me right off with that. It comes across as a smug, couldn't give a feck attitude (although it probably isn't) and only adds to the frustration of a defeat.
I'll know immediately if these players' want to play for him after the Stoke game, because there's no better place to go to test the mettle of the players' than somewhere like Stoke.
Let's see if these players' have what it takes to not only get us out of the mire this season but to nail their colours to the mast for next season, amid shipping out the real deadwood.
My hope sensors are turned on to maximum. Hope is all we have. I've supported this club all my life and will continue to do so, but I'll tell you one thing: sometimes it tests my resolve for half an hour at a time when we play shit too regularly. I've spend quite a few half hour's after bad defeats' pondering my reasons for being an idiot and putting myself through gut ache after gut ache.
My guts are that tense these days that I've actually got a frigging six pack from watching the games.
Sometimes I wish for an easy ride. A Man City type ride, but then I think it would kill off the real passion of the real fan. You know; those life changing desperate feeling's of doom and joy and hope, coupled with a 'why me' when things' just never go the way you wanted/hoped/predicted or bragged.
I'd rather wear the shirt or the scarf and be called a glutton for punishment than to wear one for no other reason than to be a part of a club who opened a blank cheque-book to all and sundry to make us closer to untouchable, like Man city will be once Pep Guardiola takes charge with that exact cheque-book by hook or by crook, (rhyme intended).
I've waffled on as I always manage to do but there it is; that's how I feel.
