After being gunned down by the East Anglia Massive on our own patch midweek we travelled to the south coast hoping to bounce back with a win, keeping our good league run going. Memories of the most deflating 3-3 draw witnessed in the EPL since Crystanbul should have been all the motivation our boys needed to put in a good display for the travelling faithful. As well as earning more in a week than most of us do in a year, of course. Sadly not on this occasion.
The display served up can only be ascribed to the entire team spending Friday night at a Grealish Premier Inn party that ran well into the early hours, then taking a Xanax 30 minutes before kick off to deal with the hangover.
Too many mistakes. Too little effort. Too few options on the bench to make any meaningful change to the course of the game. Things got no better in the second half either. A certain Tom Cleverly being the best player in a blue shirt tells you just how dire of a showing it was. Making Ibe look like Neymar just rubs our noses in it.
Fair play to Bournemouth though. They scored their goal and worked hard enough to make sure we never really looked like getting back into it. Not that we did much to push them at any point.
I watched Palace against Stoke, and they looked as good as Stoke look lost. Then they came from 2 behind to win today against an admittedly dismal Sunderland. If we don't improve drastically by Friday then it could be painful to watch. Even more painful when you imagine a smug Pardew in front of the cameras after the match.
Lets hope Ron whips them into shape fast. It's way too early for a sustained dip in form if we have any aspirations of Europe. We wash our bed sheets, shake n' vac the mattress then flip it, make the bed and go again.
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