Sunday 29 November 2015

Five things we learnt from the Premier League this weekend

Chelsea aren’t fit to be called Champions
14th in the table, below Watford & West Brom and closer to the relegation zone than they are any European spot, Chelsea rocked up to Spurs this weekend and proudly parked their bus across the pitch. This is the Spurs side who are arguably Chelsea’s biggest threat to whatever slender chance they still had of 4th place. With many of the clubs nearer the top having already dropped points the day before, everything about this game screamed “must win” to the team in blue. But this, is a Jose Mourinho team. For how much longer, nobody knows... but if the moment Chelsea lost their crown came many weeks ago, this was the moment they urinated all over it. No team who plays without a striker against the team who are 5th deserve respect. No team who set themselves up in this manner against a squad assembled at one eighth the total cost of their own deserve glory. No team who with twenty minutes left in a match they simply HAD to win, and bring on defensive substitutions to close the game out deserve anything but contempt and pity. Jose can argue all he wants about how big a point it was. It wasn’t. It was another two points lost. You are the champions of England and you’re pleased that you played for a point at White Hart Lane? Get the fuck out. You deserve to have your names removed from the Premier League Trophy for last year, and may you never sully its name anytime soon again.

Newcastle need to be put out to pasture
It would be wrong for Steve McClaren to get the sack from Newcastle. Not because he’s not responsible in some way, he’s the manager and has to take responsibility for the fact his players aren’t performing for him. But the general malaise and sense of disinterest from both board and players on Tyneside needs to be addressed before Newcastle plunder into the abyss and never return. Say what you like about Newcastle fans, but they certainly care about their team. This is a passionate set of supporters who are being betrayed by poor higher management, a lack of youth development and foreign imports coming over for an easy pay cheque. Newcastle player’s heads drop faster than an under 11s team upon losing the first goal. They’ve conceded 30 times already, having been battered at least four times. They have Liverpool at home next, the team who just ripped apart Manchester City away from home. If Firmino, Coutinho and Sturridge are fit... dear god it could be a cricket score.

The Hornets continue to buzz
Watford are 11th in the table, half way to the probable safety target with 14 games played. Tipped by many to go down, myself included, Flores and his side have been a welcome addition to the league and are beginning to add attacking flair to defensive nous. Granted, playing Villa is no yard stick to measure anyone on right now (how on earth did City not score against this lot?) - but Watford are doing the basics right and up front have a genuine throwback strike partnership which shimmers with menace. It’s easy to see why Troy Deeney is a cult hero amongst fans. He is a proper street fighter of a footballer who wears his clubs heart on his sleeve and gives everything to the cause each week. He is not short on talent either, indeed Deeney has refined his game over the season to adjust to the rigours of the Premier League. He is a deeply unselfish player and because of his strength often takes several players out of the game to create space for his strike partner Odion Ighalo. The Nigerian was a bit of a journeyman, having played for 7 clubs before his 25th birthday before Watford snapped up his services last year. Since then, he has scored  28 league goals in 48 matches. He is the third highest scorer in the league this year and has been involved in over 90% of all of his sides goals. Jamie Vardy and Leicester have hogged almost every back page going this season, but it’s high time Ighalo was given the coverage he deserves. The kid is class. If the Daily Mail won’t tell you that in amongst the smear mongering, war mongering, classism and racism... then damn it I will.


PS. Also, Flores... I mean, if you had to, I mean HAD to fuck a guy... you would, wouldn’t you...

Vardy smashes through Van Gaals brick wall
It says everything about how negative United are under Van Gaal that the manager publicly admitted to playing three at the back this weekend, SOLELY to contain Vardy. It didn’t work. One chance, one goal. Eleven in a row. How’s that for a kid from Stocksbridge earning £30 a fucking week 5 years ago.

THIS IS WHAT FUCKING PASSION LOOKS LIKE LOUIS. YOUR TEAM ARE ALLOWED TO PLAY WITH SOME!

And breathe. Deep breaths.... and breathe again.

Go Foxes.

John Motson - how much longer do we have to endure this?
Okay. I’ll try and remain calm here. I will try and articulate to you all in a careful and considered manner how it might be wise for a man who can no longer use the English language to commentate on football matches. Motson was doing okay for 84 minutes, sort of. It was a steady game, three goals, quite entertaining. Sure he seemed to have no idea how two of the goals went in, or what the score was at one point, but there was only five minutes left and he was probably thinking of his slippers, a nip of brandy and bed. But then, oh no... three goals in the dying minutes, one in the 8th minute of the 5 allotted to injury time. It all went wrong.

Oh... and... yes... I think that’s... well... a goal!... well would you believe it... stannis baratheon again... well I’ve never seen anything... is it... yes it is... game of the season... well I never... 4-3... no wait 3 all... well what must eddie... yes him... how... well I say... who’d be a manager

Dear Auntie, I know the Tories are paying you to report the news more favourably these days... but I’m pretty sure nobody in Westminster is coughing up for this.

Put. Him. Down.

(this bloggist would like it to be stated for the public record that John Motson is a public treasure, national hero, lovely bloke, general superstar, someone who is not Garth Crookes and a wonderful ambassador for the game)

(but seriously, you’re 70, don’t you have some sci-fi novels to read or something)

Team of the Weak
Newcastle. Each and every one of them. It would be an insult to any player who stepped on a pitch this weekend to be placed above them.

Although Jose can manage them.

What you may have missed
Arsenal and Alexis burning out... gee who saw that one coming; Swansea seriously now having no idea how to win football matches; West Brom and West Hamzzzzzzzzz; Harry Kane getting booked, for caring; Aston Villa trying to defend; Everton trying to defend; Bournemouth trying to defend, Southampton trying to defend; Manchester United mostly showing everyone how to defend and boring the fucking socks off everyone... oh and Britain winning the Davis Cup. 

That is not a typo.

Go Foxes.


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