TUDOR TALK

[steve]

OK then,can you guess which team is being described in this recent newspaper article......

Please, never let us become like *******

It's a conundrum that has tormented football's philosophers for years: what is more important, style or results?

Of course, in an ideal world, with the ideal bank balance, we would all play like Man U - the perfect harmony of both.

But not everyone has that luxury.

Until this week The Man had always leaned towards results over style.

I don't go to football to be entertained - at least not in the purest sense.

Winning is my entertainment.

I'm not like Newcastle fans, who expect a pole dance, sky-dive and sexy football to supplement the adrenaline of a win.

Three points would do for me.

However, my experience at ******* this week changed my views somewhat.

Quite simply, ******* are the most horrific “football” team I have ever seen. They make Stoke look like Di Stefano's Real Madrid.

Utterly hopeless, spirit-crushing football.

It's almost a kind of robotic Sci Fi sport, staffed by drones who have been programmed to operate to their master's commands.

They are bottom-feeders. Bacteria. Football's answer to MRSA.

It's against this backdrop - and despite the fact the they are in the hunt for automatic promotion - that The Man resolved he would not want to swap places with *******.

They are trapped in a parallel universe, playing vile football that makes them a success in this league, in the tragic knowledge it will always get them relegated from the Premier League.

The Man actually found himself feeling a bit sorry for the ******* fans on Tuesday.

I could not stomach watching that every week; win, lose or draw.
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[tapper]

sounds like Watford to me....

[steve]

[Chewitt]

Lol etc.

Yet another chump in the press banging on about our style of play.

Steve, do you have a link for said article ?

Cheers.

[steve]

[tapper]

Loved the one about the drum further down...

[steve]

What this one.....

DRUM? STICK IT!

THERE is no greater sign of a tin pot British football club than one of its supporters having a drum.

It tells the world that your fans are significant in neither number nor noise, and need to be roused from their slumbers by a spotty kid who is in the “slow” group for GCSE maths.

Blackburn's use of the instrument at home games is perhaps the best encapsulation of this, although Blackpool's fans went pretty close last weekend.

Talk in the bar at half-time had quickly turned, from conversation about the dismal performance, to finding a way to insert the drum up the drummer's drum-hole.

It's quite one thing to watch your team get outplayed by a club with just two stands fresh out of League One, it's quite another to have the humiliation played out to a frenzied drum beat.

Although The Man had closed down most of his senses by the second half, I'm pretty sure someone had silenced the drummer for the final 45 minutes.

Whoever it was, thank you - I hope it was inserted sideways…
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