We all, a few years ago, hoped we would become a CL team under the deposed messiah, several arse skelpings later, home and away, that kind of faded. We then embarked upon a descent we're still on, leaving the competition a round earlier each season. The last two years by playing a midfielder at left back, leaving £10m of new defenders on the bench, only to be topped this year by going in without a striker. I cant for the life of me think why it didn't work, but, football is a funny game after all. Our decline has been consistent at least. We are now in the Europa, after scraping our way in after shit performances, that have also continued like the descent out of the CL. We lost our first game, wholly down to kamikaze defending and the wrong formation. Tomorrow we face the team that sits atop of the French league and an arse handing outcome would be seized upon to hopefully add more doom to our current situation. Well, fuck that, is what I say. We need to put up a fight and good show and as far as possible, take the game to them, rather than our disastrous tactics up until now, of trying to hang on, before we even get off the fucking bus.
Its all down to who we field. A good performance will hopefully ignite our fire, and a hiding the reverse. Lenny needs to get it right. The players, probably for the first time the season, need to turn up with the ability to beat a player and pass the baw more than five fucking yards in a forward direction, to a guy wearing our top. Too ambitious you crazy optimistic fool, I hear you shout. Well, there is no choice, and every single cunt in our travelling party need to realise that. I wish them well and hopefully, the journey there passes by a shop that sells spines. Get fucking stuck in from the off, and if we are to fall, at least go down fighting like fuck. Ta