What a fecking shite afternoon that was.
Arrive at the turnstile, put my card in, goes green, push onto the turnstile and the dozey twat of a steward pushes the turnstile back on me. I'm then locked out. The steward apologises and says he knows what he did but says nothing he can do. I kick off. I then kick off with boss steward. Nothing. End up in a long queue at the ticket office, kick off with them too and miss the kick off.
Then I have to watch that shitshow. Schmeichel was fecking awful. No presence and no composure. He's the captain but plays like a frightened kid sometimes. Useless.
The defence is an unmitigated disaster area. Bertrand looked excellent in preseason and then he got Covid. Since when he's looked like Konchesky if he was still playing now. Legs gone, heads gone, hearts gone.
Vestergaard is a mess. Ricardo has also gone to shit. He was flying at the start of the season but since going off at Norwich he's been the shit Ricardo again. What on earth happens to these players?
Soyuncu was fine. The midfield was fine.
Barnes was garbage. Teachers pet so seems to get away with whatever but he was wasteful and immature. Lookman the best player we had by a mile. So of course shit for brains takes him off. Afterwards, BR said it was because he was asking for a pouch of energy drink which BR interpreted as meaning he was close to death.
Oh, the waste of Iheanacho once again. Oh, the shambolic shape of the team. There is just no plan b. If what we want to do doesn't work, we keep on doing it. The manager is letting the players and fans down right now. Utterly inexplicable decision making. Much like the gormless twat at turnstile 20.