Monday, 31 August 2009

The Luke Foster Gobby Shite Award - update for Mansfield

Just couldn't separate Duffy and Perry for this award today. They both spat out enough dummies to keep Mothercare going for the foreseeable future, and both kissed the ground more than Pope John Paul II on a whistle-stop tour of South America.

An honourable mention must go to the referee. His incessant whistling every time two players competed for a ball managed to ruin an otherwise tedious game.

Of more worry is our impotence in front of goal presently. Mind you, this shouldn't be too surprising given Cooper's lack of attacking flair. It's all well and good being ultra-tight at the back, but when you're sole method of attack for much of the game is to punt the ball up to a solo striker and somehow hope, against all odds, that he may conjure a goal, this situation will show no immediate improvement.

Towards the end of the game we had Seddon, Spencer and McPike all on the pitch, which, believe me, sounds a lot more attacking than it actually was. However, with Seddon down the right wing and Spencer wide on the left, they were never going to link up effectively. These players are centre forwards for heavens sake! Give them the ball in front of goal, and let's see what they can do.

The talk pre-season was of a more attractive style of play. Unfortunately this requires more than a few pretty triangles in the middle of the park. Our midfield of Boucard, the disappointing Noubissie and Fowler can pose with the ball all day without ever hurting the opposition.

What price a player like Solkhon in there now?

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