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The anger and bitterness - "They're not even a top 10 team".
Here's a video of him near tears
The anger and bitterness - "They're not even a top 10 team".
And Gerrard did exactly the same thing earlier today (but with both hands to his ears) and, of course, didn't get booked. The club should use that video in evidence and appeal against Chadli's booking on the grounds of "inconsistency."There's restrained and then there's narcoleptic.
But that reffing WAS ridiculous - cannot believe he booked Chadli for that celebration. What an absolute plum.
Ade is so frustrating. Today he played like he had taken half a bottle of valium beofre stepping out, but on other days he is unplayable and lets face it he has very little competitionfor hs place. Lack of cutting edge is definitely our achiles heel - we are better equipped to play away from home and might have some more frustrating days at WHL ahead.
Next up on MOTD,Anyone have a links to goals/highlights ?
So what price a point?
There are two ways to look at this game. You might say that we are a new team with players who are getting used to the different philosophy and playing style of yet another new manager. Against a team full of good players with a defined style this is a creditable, hard-fought draw. It is unsurprising that they had most of the play. We defended our box well and restricted them to a handful of half-chances. There is some merit in this view. All of these things are true, and yet it tells only part of the story.
The rest of the story is less charitable. We have been led to believe that our new manager's preferred style of play is an aggressive, pressing style. It deprives the opposition of time and space in order to win possession high up the pitch and attack when they are least able to defend it. I saw that once today and it resulted in Chadli's goal. Once.
What I saw was a team that was happy to let the opposition have the ball. A team that was content to defend deep in its own half in order to restrict the options of a team that likes to pass its way through the centre of the pitch. In short, a team that came to the game with the sole intention of avoiding defeat and hoping to possibly sneak a goal on the break.
I'm not sure exactly how to catgorise my feelings about this. I feel a strange combination of disbelief, anger, sadness and shame. I watched my beloved Tottenham creep into the enemy's stadium too scared to play. Too frightened to even try to play football, to challenge the opposition, to impose itself on them. Grateful to avoid defeat, seemingly satisfied at a demonstration of what can only be described as sporting cowardice. I am stunned. I have witnessed humiliations, capitulations and degradations. I have seen us field a team of pub players and get spanked, and I have seen us field a team of internationals who played like pub players. But I don't think that I have ever seen us take the field against a team that we should be challenging and be scared of competing with them.
Where is the glory in what we saw today? There is none. Irrespective of how many points we got today - even if we had won - it would have been a defeat. A defeat for all that we hold dear about this great club. A betrayal of our history and our philosophy. (Sir) Bill Nick will be turning in his grave.
I don't think he meant we got spanked today.'Spanked' 1-1. Jesus christ, talk about over-reaction. It was a pragmatic performance. Give Poch time to embed his philosophy and we'll be back trying to win.
Exceptional.So what price a point?
There are two ways to look at this game. You might say that we are a new team with players who are getting used to the different philosophy and playing style of yet another new manager. Against a team full of good players with a defined style this is a creditable, hard-fought draw. It is unsurprising that they had most of the play. We defended our box well and restricted them to a handful of half-chances. There is some merit in this view. All of these things are true, and yet it tells only part of the story.
The rest of the story is less charitable. We have been led to believe that our new manager's preferred style of play is an aggressive, pressing style. It deprives the opposition of time and space in order to win possession high up the pitch and attack when they are least able to defend it. I saw that once today and it resulted in Chadli's goal. Once.
What I saw was a team that was happy to let the opposition have the ball. A team that was content to defend deep in its own half in order to restrict the options of a team that likes to pass its way through the centre of the pitch. In short, a team that came to the game with the sole intention of avoiding defeat and hoping to possibly sneak a goal on the break.
I'm not sure exactly how to catgorise my feelings about this. I feel a strange combination of disbelief, anger, sadness and shame. I watched my beloved Tottenham creep into the enemy's stadium too scared to play. Too frightened to even try to play football, to challenge the opposition, to impose itself on them. Grateful to avoid defeat, seemingly satisfied at a demonstration of what can only be described as sporting cowardice. I am stunned. I have witnessed humiliations, capitulations and degradations. I have seen us field a team of pub players and get spanked, and I have seen us field a team of internationals who played like pub players. But I don't think that I have ever seen us take the field against a team that we should be challenging and be scared of competing with them.
Where is the glory in what we saw today? There is none. Irrespective of how many points we got today - even if we had won - it would have been a defeat. A defeat for all that we hold dear about this great club. A betrayal of our history and our philosophy. (Sir) Bill Nick will be turning in his grave.
I don't think he meant we got spanked today.
VPN mate.This media is not available in your territory.
We're in Australia
Here we go, another fan who thinks we have the divine right to be the best team in the world.So what price a point?
There are two ways to look at this game. You might say that we are a new team with players who are getting used to the different philosophy and playing style of yet another new manager. Against a team full of good players with a defined style this is a creditable, hard-fought draw. It is unsurprising that they had most of the play. We defended our box well and restricted them to a handful of half-chances. There is some merit in this view. All of these things are true, and yet it tells only part of the story.
The rest of the story is less charitable. We have been led to believe that our new manager's preferred style of play is an aggressive, pressing style. It deprives the opposition of time and space in order to win possession high up the pitch and attack when they are least able to defend it. I saw that once today and it resulted in Chadli's goal. Once.
What I saw was a team that was happy to let the opposition have the ball. A team that was content to defend deep in its own half in order to restrict the options of a team that likes to pass its way through the centre of the pitch. In short, a team that came to the game with the sole intention of avoiding defeat and hoping to possibly sneak a goal on the break.
I'm not sure exactly how to catgorise my feelings about this. I feel a strange combination of disbelief, anger, sadness and shame. I watched my beloved Tottenham creep into the enemy's stadium too scared to play. Too frightened to even try to play football, to challenge the opposition, to impose itself on them. Grateful to avoid defeat, seemingly satisfied at a demonstration of what can only be described as sporting cowardice. I am stunned. I have witnessed humiliations, capitulations and degradations. I have seen us field a team of pub players and get spanked, and I have seen us field a team of internationals who played like pub players. But I don't think that I have ever seen us take the field against a team that we should be challenging and be scared of competing with them.
Where is the glory in what we saw today? There is none. Irrespective of how many points we got today - even if we had won - it would have been a defeat. A defeat for all that we hold dear about this great club. A betrayal of our history and our philosophy. (Sir) Bill Nick will be turning in his grave.
Install the Hola plugin on Chrome and you can choose whichever country you want to be in.This media is not available in your territory.
We're in Australia
'Spanked' 1-1. Jesus christ, talk about over-reaction. It was a pragmatic performance. Give Poch time to embed his philosophy and we'll be back trying to win.