Does he ever actually look in the mirror and ask himself why, whenever we’re desperate for a goal, he hooks both lads on the right side every single time?
Or is he just obsessed with keepin' that flank tucked in to defend?
Everyone’s cryin' out for a right-back who can actually get forward and overlap, but nah, he’s got Garner playin' as an inverted fullback. If he thinks Garner’s the best right-back we’ve got, why doesn’t he just park him there for good?
Or is he just clingin' onto O’Brien for those long throws that never come to anythin' anyway? He’s clearly arsed about keepin' O’Brien in the mix, but he hasn't got the stones to drop Tarky or Keane—even though O’Brien’s harder, faster, taller, better on the deck, and a proper young lad.
The whole team’s carried by four fellas: Gana, Garner,
KDH, and
Ndiaye. The rest of 'em are just makin' up the numbers, and the bench might as well not be there for all the use he gets out of 'em.
Our entire attack is just 'give it to
Ndiaye and hope he beats five men' or waitin' for
KDH to make a run.
When you see him over there chattin' to Bainesy, you know he’s absolutely out of ideas.
And all those melts sayin' 'we aren't ready for Europe anyway'—actin' like we can just pick and choose when we want to be good. They’re probably proper proud of themselves for bein' 'right.' But with this manager and his prehistoric football, we’ll be right back in a relegation scrap next season, stone dead cert.