Morning – I’m back after an absence that involved 2 xmas do’s, a horrendous dose of death dealing flu and 3 feet of snow. And -17°C temperatures. I still feel like I’m dying and on top of that the idiots in the office have put up a Christmas tree decorated with my colleagues faces. It’s quite Texas Chainsaw Massacre, quite unsettling.
Anyway, I fucking hate Mark Hughes, the Brillo headed wanker so Super Samir Nasri was just what the doctor ordered on Saturday. Get that in your thick haired head and take it back to Craven Cottage “hoosey”. Regular readers will know of my soft spot for Fulham, but that’s fallen by the wayside since Brillo took over. Now it’s nice to see them struggling at the foot of the table.
To be fair though we presented them with enough chances didn’t we. I don’t understand the Arsenal team at the moment. It’s like when we were kids and we used to poke next doors dog in the bollocks with a stick. We gave him just enough chances to bit us quite savagely and probably hospitalise us. Thankfully he wasn’t even as good as Fulham and never even scored a single bite.
Why we still look lazy off the ball is beyond me. Surely the hunger of the team should be manifested in them closing down, getting in the opponents face, denying them space and maintaining possession? We look great on the ball, we have players like Arshavin, RVP and Nasri who can create magical moments out of nothing, but we still let the opposition have the ball and we still sit back and let them come at us.
Which is exactly what happened for their goal, we didn’t really pressure too much, the ball came deep and the two Frenchmen at the back momentarily forgot how to speak. How does that even happen if someone calls for the ball? Put a fucking name on it. It’s elementary football.
I’m probably in the minority, but I don’t really think the ref did a lot wrong. If Koscielny had gone down like a sack of spuds the ref would have had to stop the game, but he didn’t, he stayed on his feet. I suspect that is down entirely to inexperience. Can you imagine Carragher walking around like an extra from the Dawn Of The Dead? No he’d have hit the deck and given the ref an awful decision to make. Carragher dislocated his shoulder last week and despite being very clearly in pain he took the longest possible route off the pitch, forgoing a stretcher to do so, just so the substitute would be ready for a straight swap. He even noticed a delay and slowed to a virtual crawl. I hate him, but it was marvellous. Kos should have done the equivalent, he may have been more use in the build up to the goal.
Suggesting the ref should have noticed a punch drunk defender amongst seven or eight men, when he already has to watch the ball, the linesman and the play in general is also disingenuous. Next time our players bang heads whilst defending they both need to lay on the floor perfectly still like they’re dead.
Anyway, we took 3 points – a bit more shrewdness at the back and someone telling Alex Song he’s a defensive midfielder not the new Pele and we’ll be all the better for it.
On a side note – the booing of Arshavin was hilarious. He’s Russian you see, and Russia won the rights to host the World Cup in 2018. So therefore, it must be his fault. Not a corrupt FIFA or an antiquated voting system, but a midget Russian who hates the snow. Well done TalkSport/Fulham fans, thundercunts the lot of you. For a few minutes English football joined Russia in the dark ages, booing someone because of their nationality.
That’s the mental thing about the Russian bid – Russian football is deeply entwined with racism. Black players get monkey chants wherever they go and FIFA have already charged two different Russian teams in the Champions League with