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We have an average age to that of Mr Burns.
"Wolverhampton's Wallies 1-2 Flimsy Foxes
By John Georgiou - December 11 2006
A top reporter in the Black Country begged the question on Saturday Night- "When will we ever win the 'easy' games"? I'll get right round to answering her when I'm finished punching this brick wall.
It really is a poignant sign of Wolves' form at the moment when a Leicester side with an average age similar to that of Mr Burns is able to run rampant on the Molineux field now, isn't it? Decrepit, fragile, in-need-of-a-walking stick, whatever vernacular you care to choose when describing the Foxes (no doubt I'm headed for a backlash from Foxes fans pointing out all the young players in their squad..), the OAPs made off, (albeit at a much slower pace considering their bad hips) with 3 points and our young uns trounced off the field with none. Perhaps if Mark Little and co. had given chase they may well have caught Tiatto and co. before they could scarper home with the goods.
Ah, but c'est la vie! Once again we're overrun by a by a bunch of no hopers desperate for a sweet sweet hit of generosity, Leicester, by the way, have only won 1 of their last 42,000 away games, scoring 1 goal, when Elvis Hammond's otherwise useless noggin managed to get itself in the way of an opposition clearance.
On Saturday, however, the bald Elvis managed to secure his first goal for Leicester since that unfortunate occaision. As Kisnorbo and Tiatto decided it was time to become Cannavaro, Ronaldinho and Henry rolled into one, (though they may well have been assisted in this task by a Wolves back line that would have had Macclesfield Town themselves in fits of laughter), the Canadian Iain Hume put aside his hockey puck and put Hammond himself through on goal. Feeling that pre match Quarter pounder kicking in, Mr Pressley decided to put in at least one iota of effort before the half time interval, and sure enough, with Breen left for dust, Matt Murray was left picking the ball out of the net.
Better stuff was to come from Wolves in the second half, but with Seyi George Olofinjana on hand for Leicester with some superb defensive headers, Wolves had to wait until the last ten minutes before Lewis Gobern managed to hit a 25 yard strike off the post and into the back of the net. Not to be outdone, and clearly unfazed by Wolves' new found ability to shoot on target, Levi Porter, catching out Jamie Clapham during a combing session, proceeded to leave him all in a tangle and rifle one home to secure Leicester a victory which they will no doubt urinate all over by losing their next 20 games.
That is all I have to say on the matter ladies and gentlemen. Goodnight."
"Wolverhampton's Wallies 1-2 Flimsy Foxes
By John Georgiou - December 11 2006
A top reporter in the Black Country begged the question on Saturday Night- "When will we ever win the 'easy' games"? I'll get right round to answering her when I'm finished punching this brick wall.
It really is a poignant sign of Wolves' form at the moment when a Leicester side with an average age similar to that of Mr Burns is able to run rampant on the Molineux field now, isn't it? Decrepit, fragile, in-need-of-a-walking stick, whatever vernacular you care to choose when describing the Foxes (no doubt I'm headed for a backlash from Foxes fans pointing out all the young players in their squad..), the OAPs made off, (albeit at a much slower pace considering their bad hips) with 3 points and our young uns trounced off the field with none. Perhaps if Mark Little and co. had given chase they may well have caught Tiatto and co. before they could scarper home with the goods.
Ah, but c'est la vie! Once again we're overrun by a by a bunch of no hopers desperate for a sweet sweet hit of generosity, Leicester, by the way, have only won 1 of their last 42,000 away games, scoring 1 goal, when Elvis Hammond's otherwise useless noggin managed to get itself in the way of an opposition clearance.
On Saturday, however, the bald Elvis managed to secure his first goal for Leicester since that unfortunate occaision. As Kisnorbo and Tiatto decided it was time to become Cannavaro, Ronaldinho and Henry rolled into one, (though they may well have been assisted in this task by a Wolves back line that would have had Macclesfield Town themselves in fits of laughter), the Canadian Iain Hume put aside his hockey puck and put Hammond himself through on goal. Feeling that pre match Quarter pounder kicking in, Mr Pressley decided to put in at least one iota of effort before the half time interval, and sure enough, with Breen left for dust, Matt Murray was left picking the ball out of the net.
Better stuff was to come from Wolves in the second half, but with Seyi George Olofinjana on hand for Leicester with some superb defensive headers, Wolves had to wait until the last ten minutes before Lewis Gobern managed to hit a 25 yard strike off the post and into the back of the net. Not to be outdone, and clearly unfazed by Wolves' new found ability to shoot on target, Levi Porter, catching out Jamie Clapham during a combing session, proceeded to leave him all in a tangle and rifle one home to secure Leicester a victory which they will no doubt urinate all over by losing their next 20 games.
That is all I have to say on the matter ladies and gentlemen. Goodnight."
