Sunday, February 24, 2008

This Joke Isn't Funny Anymore

The single worst thing about last night's performance was the awful, gnawing inevitability of it all: twenty minutes of aimless huff-and-puff while the other lot warmed up, then we fall apart like a sweat shop T-shirt. Amazingly, somehow there are other teams in this league that manage to be even worse than the side that Sam and others built, though on a fraction of the wage bill. It's not a manager this lot needs - it's an undertaker.

1 comment:

Montag said...

Oy. It's hard to catch them on TV here in the states, and when I do have a chance to sot down and watch, like this weekend... Oy.