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I quite like the idea of never playing them again: I've heard of pub teams too hung over to play on Sunday morning phoning the league and claiming a 0-0.
There have been one or two modicums (modicii?) that stand out: * Walsh, since his return has been like a new signing. * Ronnie's back. * Some decent loans out (Morrison, Cooper, Lloyd) which might benefit the club in the future. * Despite the squad being struck down by plague, bad vibes and THE CURSE, we haven't plummeted into our usual tailspin. * Madsen's improvement hasn't been a flash in the pan. * Jimmy Dunne has been outstanding. * Everything Mbengue does makes me laugh. New Cult Hero.
'Der Tiger' on showing on Amazon was good. Modern-day Apocalypse Now. Irritatingly, they list the film as 'The Tank'.
Side note: the lead character has crushed his cap without removing the bloody stiffeners (the first thing you'd do if you wanted to crush the bloody thing!) No idea why I found that annoying - just did.
Side note (part 2): the mock up they did of a Tiger was outstanding! Genuinely brilliant. For armour-heads out there, check the track-width. It's actually an IS2 under that disguise! Compare it to the shocking T34 bodge they did in 'Private Ryan': it was like they'd got the props department from a 1985 Doctor Who to do that one!.
(Sorry - ranting. I have spent waaaay too long in the Tank Museum over the years. For reference, the Tiger in 'Fury' is the real thing. It's Tiger 131 from Bovington.)
Watch it in German with the subtitles - it's far better.
When I think of a 'boo boy', I tend to think of opposition players such as John fcking Terry or Eric fcking Cantona.
There are a few players we've had that have definitely been slow-burning, the most obvious being Paul Furlong 1.0 vs 2.0. Equally, there are those who've started like a rocket before dropping like a brick, say, Ledesma or Diakite. Either way, if they're in hoops, I wouldn't want to boo them, though I reserve the right to a cathartic 'for fck's sake!' or two.
No dog in this fight but surely if we got 'bummed in the gob 3-0 playing the game as it should be played', it could reasonably argued that this was not, in fact, the way the game should be played?
Sounds an awful lot like the Russell Martin perspective here: 'whaddya mean we're shite? We played the right way...'
Or Ange Postecoglu: 'Whaddya mean 17th? We won a cup...'
That game was the footballing equivalent of watching the entire Mrs Brown's Boys boxset. On a black and white portable telly. With only prawn cocktail crisps for snacks. And warm Carling. Served by Anne Widdecombe. In her pants.
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