He's got ability. He's tidy with the ball. He often looks a lot better in pre-season because the pace is slow and he has time on the ball. Give him time on the ball and he looks like he could make a half decent playmaker. The trouble is, at this level he's not got enough zip about him. He dwells too much, and doesn't think quickly enough. He's better than Sylla, but ultimately, probably will rank as one of the most forgettable players we've ever had. Not very good, and at the same time not so bad that you'd look back with a grimace and a shake of the head.
Homesick? He earns what, £20+ grand a week, works 2 hours a day Monday - Friday and 90 minutes on a Saturday, Amsterdam is a 45 minute flight away and he's homesick? Do me a favour.
The frustrating thing about him and all of Lambert's signings is that he's shown signs that there's a good player in there. Maybe, like Vlaar, he needs better around him. I'd certainly keep him for this season.
Quote from: Jon Crofts on August 18, 2014, 12:20:36 PMHomesick? He earns what, £20+ grand a week, works 2 hours a day Monday - Friday and 90 minutes on a Saturday, Amsterdam is a 45 minute flight away and he's homesick? Do me a favour.To be fair, I don't think he's actually claiming to be homesick, just that he'd like to return to Holland when his contract expires.
It’s good to see every possible cliché about life here being peddled. To be fair to him, I believe that his quote has been very much taken out of context and he merely expressed a desire to return back to Feyenoord at some point in the future; especially given the high esteem by which he is held. As regards the league here, sure its slower than the Premier League, but as a season ticket holder at a Dutch 2nd division team, I can assure you that the level of technical skills on display during a regular game are light years away from your average Saturday afternoon League 2 lumpfest. Anyway, I’d best get back to my dinner of roasted tulip bulbs, washed down by a tiny beer that consists mostly of head and then later jump on my bike whilst smoking a Camberwell sausage, to ogle the massed blonde Amazonian Dutch woman amassed along the cafes of Amsterdam.