Uilleam

2nd place? (Not, perhaps, a joke)

That's what I thought. I think that the Club must stick to its guns, here.

Hulot! Hulot! We are the Billy Boys!

If he was cardboard, he could be recycled...

I am told the fat okker was saying stuff, pre match, like 'We hate them....they hate us'. Nothing new, there, but it puts any pals-at-the-palais stuff from our lads into perspective.

Are the players happy to get pumped at the piggery? Are the coaches? Are both? It is hard to say, and that is, indeed, worrying.

Yep, but it strikes me it is more difficult to shuck off a thrashing....

Past glories will not produce wins of themselves.

That was yesterday.

We can assume that the managers and coacxhes of Ajax, Liverpool, and Napoli will be studying, and studying, that mismatch, and planning accordingly.

That was then, this is now. My fear is that we accept standing still, admiring past 'achievements', while others move on, apace.

I hope that you are right. I am not optimistic, after such a drubbing, which exposed so many weaknesses, from manager, and coaches, through to individual players.

You think? I see no reason to assume so.

This sellik team is no Progres Niederkorn

All of whom are as slow as a week in the tin

Are you happy with the game plan? It strikes me the team was picked with a view to defending, but, rather boldly, the opposition saw that it could let it have the ball, as it wouldn't threaten, and would be slow to turn attack into defence. The individual errors magnify the problem.

We have a plethora of coaches, even -ffs!- a coach who coaches coaches, and we end up with this, a game plan, if such it is, which plays directly to the strength of the opposition. Its gameplan is remarkably simple: let them have the ball, and come slowly towards us, press, and take it from them, run up the park and score.

Physically slower, but, what is worse, mentally slower.

Trundleball undone. This could go very, very, badly

He's got to score, there

Looks like we are struggling Quicker thinking, quicker moving, brings its reward.

30 seconds, feigning injury. Who, really, would be a referee?

A gas mask, I think. A reference to the 'National Emergency', 1939 - 1945?

If the fhilth doesn't get the start it wants, will we be treated to a display of diving, unseen since the days of O'Neill's freefallers?