Ralph Thanks Moss for Taking the Heat Off Him
Last game of the season
and thank Christ for that. Just one more game to endure and it’s a visit to the
King Power Stadium in Leicester. Leicester
have had a strange season under the smug twat Brendan Rodgers, failing and
getting knocked out of two European competitions and failing to mount any sort
of challenge to get back into Europe this season. In their defence, they have
had a lot of injuries and are on course to finish in the top half thanks to a
decent run-of results at the tail end of the season. Mind you, the fixture list has been somewhat
kind to them in that regard in that they have had two wins recently against
already relegated opposition in Watford and Norwich. Regardless of who they’ve
played against however, they are in better form than we are. Mind you, so is
everyone.
It was somewhat amusing at the start of the season when
Leicester signed two of the regular members of our record breaking bad defence
from last season with both Ryan Bertrand and Janick Vestergaard making the move
to the King Power. Neither have
had any sort of positive impact at all with Bertrand basically having been
injured all season and Vestergaard even struggling to get a game when every
other central defender was injured. Neither
are expected to feature this afternoon. On the positive side for Leicester,
Jamie Vardy, good old Rat Bastard himself, is back fit again when he’s not
hanging round in a court room listening to two vacuous wastes of space arguing the toss about who leaked what to the
newspapers, when the newspapers probably all found out on their own. James Maddison has been showing the form that
will still see him get ignored by Gareth Southgate and Harvey Barnes is back
fit again and playing well and these three will no doubt be the biggest threat
to us this afternoon, apart from ourselves of course.
The only real news for us during the week was Theo Walcott
being linked to a move to the MLS in America. Due to it bring a Mickey Mouse league, I kind
of forget that that’s a possible destination for has-been players that we have
given contracts to on too much money. Theo would certainly fit the bill for a
swansong over there as someone with a bit of a reputation who will put some
bums on seats and I’m sure that with the standard of soccerball over there, he
will probably do pretty well.
The team today is showing three changes from the Liverpool
game and it looks like three straight swaps with Adam Armstrong coming in for
Armando Broja, Stuart Armstrong for Nathan Tella and Oriol Romeu for Ibrahima
Diallo. Consequently, it looks like it’s
going to be the same formation as last week, so I’ll be interesting to see if
we try and play Adam Armstrong passes in the channels or whether we just smash
the ball up to him from 60 yards like we did for Broja against Liverpool. Broja isn’t even on the bench, suggesting
that Putin has recalled him to his club.
Here goes nothing… oh hang on, we’re playing 4-2-2-2 with
Salisu at left back and Nathan Redmond up front. Two players who have never been anything
other than dreadful in those positions.
Saints get lucky as Maddison’s corner gets half cleared out the far side
and then back to Maddison, who turns Stuart Armstrong inside out before
crossing it with his left foot and it’s perfectly onto the head of Castagne
about 6 yards out and dead central but he manages to head out of the bar. Bad miss but I’m sure they’ll score in a
minute.
In reality, nothing much happens in the first half hour as
neither side looks like it can really be arsed.
I have a feeling that the opening goal will be huge because the team
that goes behind will have to raise their game and I can’t see either doing it,
especially if it’s us. Evans plays a ball from the back into our penalty area,
Lyanco misses it and Rat Bastard runs across him, sees he’s in the penalty area
dives. It’s pathetic. It’s one of those ‘click your heels together’ efforts and
it looks like he’s diving into a swimming pool. Fucking Rat Bastard wanker. Jon Moss in his
last game clearly can’t be fucking bothered to do anything about it and the fat
pudding just waves play on.
We get away with some more shoddy defending on our left hand
side as Maddison eventually finds Castagne on the wing in acres of space,
unbothered by Salisu, and his cross into the middle his met on the stretch by Rat
Bastard, in behind the ball watching Stephens but he can’t get enough on it and
the ball goes as wide as his wife’s desire for fame.
Half time, shit game, matter of time before we concede. In terms of not being behind it’s one of our
better half time situations recently so there’s won’t be any changes. What could possibly go wrong?
What follows now is the inevitable Leicester goal but it’s
remarkable that we find a new way of being shit and going behind and at the same
time, Jon Moss finds a way to remind everyone one more time, how incompetent he
always is. We win a throw on the
left-hand side of the start of a half and Elyounoussi throws it back to Salisu
and Rat Bastard brushes past Romeu and hits the deck complaining that he’s got
a head injury. Fat Jon stops the game
while we have the ball and when he restarts it, he gives it to Leicester
because we had the ball. Whilst this is
annoying it is absolutely no excuse for what happens next which is Schmeichel
launching a ball down the field Lyanco heading it straight up in the air and
when it comes down, heading it off his nose about a quarter of the distance he
needed to head it, which allows Rat Bastard, now running at full throttle after
his fake injury that pole-axed him, to shoot, McCarthy to save and Maddison to
run in the rebound into an empty net. Fuck off everyone. Embarrassingly, after much argument, Saints
seem to think Leicester are going to allow them to walk a goal in but
unsurprisingly they don’t.
Saints try and get back into it in the only way we know how,
by overcommitting and a pass forward
from Romeu is miscontrolled by Adam Armstrong and one pass later we have seven
men in front of the ball and Lyanco ends up defending on his own against Barnes
and Rat Bastard and it’s a good bit of defending to force Barnes wide and force
him to butcher it.
There is then a genuine head injury for Rat Bastard to
appreciate as Adam Armstrong heads the ball and Jonny Evans heads Arma’s head
and both end up on the deck covered in blood. It’s interesting in there if it
had been a challenge on the floor and Adam Armstrong nicked it round Evans and
then Evans wiped him out, Evans would be the one getting booked but because
it’s a header, for some reason it’s given as a drop-ball.
Adam Armstrong is wandering around like Charlie Austin at
closing time and after another demonstration of the shambles that is the
concussion protocols, he sits down and has to leave the pitch to be replaced by
Che Adams. Adams is involved on the left hand side as he and Elyounoussi,
without really knowing what they were doing, bundle past a few challenges and
Elyounoussi makes his one creatinve contribution of the day and puts over a
decent cross which is met on roughly the penalty spot by Redmond’s head and it
produces the finish that you would expect of Nathan Redmond with his head and Schmeichel
catches it comfortably.
Having done something for the first time of the match,
Elyounoussi of course get substituted and we bring on Djenepo for the last
twenty and the only reason I can think of for doing this is for a laugh. Moussa smashes a ball into Redmond that no one
could control and a couple of passes later and we’ve overcommitted again with 8
players in front of the ball. Barnes streaks away and finds Rat Bastard and he gets
away from Lyanco and then cuts in and beats him before scoring at the near
post. Game over. Fuck off everyone again.
We do actually produce a decent bit of play after that as
Stuart Armstrong plays a couple of passes before playing a one-two with Redmond
and sprinting into the box where he goes past Tielemans who dangles a leg and takes
him down. Even Fat John Moss can’t not
give that one and up steps JWP to bury it past Schmeichel, who then acts like a
complete prick and doesn’t let us have the ball back. Does Jon Moss book him
for time wasting? Of course he fucking doesn’t.
All the delay means is that it takes slightly more time for
us to concede again. Straight from the
kick-off Leicester win a throw off of KWP on our right-hand side and KWP just
had a little wander around in a daze as they take the throw and a couple of
passes later, Maddison curls it over with his right foot and Ayoze Pérez, who
never scores against anybody apart from Saints, is totally unmarked by Salisu
in the box and knocks it easily into the net. 3-1, fuck off everyone.
The head injury to Armstrong means that there are eight
minutes of injury time for everyone to enjoy and all that happens in that is
that Shane Long comes on for what has to be his swansong and we allow Pereira
to get down the right hand side and pull it back and Perez again is stood in
acres of fucking space with the defenders making a nice wide circle around him
and he buries it to make it 4-1. Beyond belief really.
To say that today’s half arsed capitulation was expected, is a
bit of an understatement. The only thing that surprised me about it is that we
weren’t 2-0 down in the first half but that we delayed that inevitability until
deep into the second. You always
go into the game with a bit of optimism but the way we lined up killed that
stone dead.
Redmond and Adam Armstrong up front. That’s a strike partnership
to strike fear into any defence with them having the grand total of three
league goals between them this season. Unsurprisingly, neither of them ever
really looked like scoring. Arma struggled
like he has all season and Redmond is never a forward in a million years. What a surprise it didn’t work.
The midfield pairing of JWP and Romeu was constantly outnumbered as usual and
got very little help and Stuart Armstrong as always was the best of the wide
players and created our goal. None of this is a surprise. Nor is it a surprise
that we fucked up defensively with all of the defenders being culpable at some
point and in Alex McCarthy, we had a goalkeeper who was going for the
Stekelenburg award for not actually making a save of any description. That’s
probably a bit harsh because he did make a decent save in the build up to the
first goal.
A few weeks ago we were the lucky team who were treated to
Mike Dean refereeing his last FA Cup game and today we were treated to Jon Moss
for his last ever game as a referee. Predictably, he was fucking dreadful. The
opening goal sums everything up about him.
Rat Bastard Vardy decides to roll around on the ground because of
nothing and then Moss absolutely fucks us. It wouldn’t be Moss‘ final game
without him finding some way to fuck Southampton over as he has done
consistently over the years. Of course we should’ve been switched on and
defended it better but of course, the whole situation wouldn’t have arisen if
Jon Moss knew what the fuck he was doing. Again, no surprise. The guy is a fucking fat joke, he always was
and he always will be and I can’t wait till next year when we get fucked over
by him again when he sat in a VAR room eating his fucking dinner, watching
replays whilst spitting food down his front. He’ll be the first referee ever to fail the
fitness test to watch a game on television. Useless twat.
Rat Bastard’s contribution on the first goal just confirms
what a shit he is and to make matters even worse, the Rat of course managed to
score the second goal and get away with that horrific dive in the first
half. Moss sent Rat Bastard off for diving
a few years ago which probably helps him get away with it now.
All Friends Now Though... Wankers.
We did give everyone a bit of false hope when we got one back
from the penalty spot after some decent play by Stuart Armstrong but it was
ultimately amusing that we had to fight to get the ball back off of Schmeichel
in order that we could let a goal in really quickly. It was really down to dreadful play from both
full backs. By KWP for not reacting when the throw was given against him and
against Salisu who was playing centre back when he should’ve been left back and
totally losing fucking Ayoze Perez who now has about 40 career goals against us
and about three against everyone else combined. The fourth goal was the icing on the cake in
terms of our shit defending as we had four players within 5 yards of Perez but
no one actually marking him when he scored. Maybe not icing on the cake as much
of a fly on top of the turd.
Talking of turds, it was overall another shit performance to
go with the diet of constant shit we’ve had to endure for the last 12 games.
The only game we’ve won in that time was against Arsenal and we were pretty
shit in that one as well and the only reason we won was down to a masterclass
from Fraser Forster, who has now played his last game for the club. Those were
the three points that kept us up.
Big summer ahead and I fully expect things to look very different in terms of personnel around the first team, come the first game of the season in August.
Up the fucking Saints.
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