Are we still Marching On?

Of course we’re fucking not!

We’ve been lame, wheezy, and limping along for a year since Europe’s most boring man Claude, forcibly trained out every last frigging ounce of creative attacking play from this sorry bunch of goal-dodging, sloppily-passing, first-touch-of-a-rapist ne’er do wells, before dumping them onto Manuel from Fawlty Towers.

But for this weekend we need to step back from all the shit and think about the big picture, so when Hughes plods through the latest script to come out of the bumper-sticker dept, as he has today, where he invites us to get behind the team, March as One etc, we need to give it serious thought.

Forget Tadic’s unique style of penalty that bounces twice before getting to the keeper, ditto Long’s appalling first touch, ignore Cedric’s inability to move forwards, wipe away that image of Bertrand frozen by fear on the halfway line like the ball’s a fucking grenade, and dismiss the fact that Redmond can shin the ball further than many can kick it and Lemina often struggles to trap a bag of gravel.

Even lose that memory of the scarecrow man Fraser Forster rooted with fear, blessed with the mobility of a fucking oak tree, a mere spectator as crosses float within his grasp and beyond, missed by many comrades, and ignored by the feeble Boufal who winces and shuts his eyes, frightened and whimpering like a small annoying child lost in a busy shop – a spoilt whining child who would justify the return of smacking.

Forget all that recent history, we need to wipe the slate, look forward, and remember WE want something - and negativity at SMS won’t help the players.

Look at the poor fuckers – they need us, and we need them to deliver this weekend, even if it’s just a farewell two-fingers to the team who will own the south coast this summer.

We may be getting evicted from the party but it doesn’t mean we can’t shit in their hallway as we go – if we are leaving, let’s show some balls and slam the car doors and stick the stereo up full to annoy the neighbours.

So the point is, yes, this latest March On shit is spin and bollocks, but Hughes makes a valid point.

We need to make some noise on Saturday, in a good way, and hope that by getting behind them and forgiving the horror of the last year we can bury some of those ghosts and inspire this team to finally show up, and at least go down fighting.

We’ll have plenty of time for an inquest later, let’s just get behind them.

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I feel quite emotional now. COYR :metal:

That touch by Long at Wembley will live long pardon the pun for the rest of my life, that is our season right there, right then.

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I think you are quite right in that we have probably done to little too late to stop relegation but if we go down fighting then we at least have some kind of idea who the team is going to be next season and the players that are willing to fight for the club. Bertrand ,Cedric and lemina look like they couldn’t give a flying fig about where we end up as long as they get there money.

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In answer to the thread title

No!

HTH

So you missed Bertrand’s efforts and reaction when he set up a goal v Chelsea. And Cedric’s likewise when scoring v Wigan. Being out of form (like many) is not the same as not giving a shit.

To be fair Ribery did a passable Long impression v Real Madrid Wednesday night.

Fine post RB and I will be positive as possible until 5:45 tomorrow