Quote from: Jimbo on September 15, 2016, 11:27:02 AMThe really, really stupid thing was, with Just-Head up front on his own, Brentford knew there was no chance of us breaking. They could relax and push us back at their leisure. That was staggering, a bit like our unfit players in the last 20 minutes. And not playing our most effective forward, Kodjia, right in the middle! On fitness it was alarming how our players faded away post 60+ and bringing on an unfit Amavi did not help at all.
The really, really stupid thing was, with Just-Head up front on his own, Brentford knew there was no chance of us breaking. They could relax and push us back at their leisure. That was staggering, a bit like our unfit players in the last 20 minutes.
Perhaps Gabby is the answer in midfield? When he is fit of course. He could play the role that Merson and Pires have played in the past, an old head with an eye for distributing the ball.
Ooooooh dear - getting an awful sense of Deja-vu about all this.
I was listening to it on Radio WM , they absolutely loved that. Twats.I have no idea what to say re the game. It is amazing just how much of a habit the late conceding has become.
Rdm doesn't give a Fuk get rid off him before its to late
When can we expect our very own sick note Tshibola to play again?
Last night was a game changer. The moment that Brentford's equaliser went in was the moment the mood around the club changed. Yes, we all knew it was coming, but up to that point we had talked about how we were playing well in matches, how it was so much better than last season, and how some team somewhere was going to get a hiding. The assumption was that things would click in to place, we would get our rightful deserts and would move up the table. That illusion evaporated in an instant in the 88th minute of last night's game, and in that moment the shock that we had allowed ourselves to be outmanoeuvred by moderate opposition on our own patch and the realisation that we are a bang average team ourselves with problems of balance, shape, motivation, squad depth, fitness and spark generated the wave of booing that we had wanted to put behind us after last season's debacle but which now came unavoidably to the fore. I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing. It was a disjointed, incoherent, lifeless, spiritless performance which saw us retreat behind the half way line for more than half the game against an anonymous, mediocre team - a League One club punching above its weight in the Championship - illuminated only by a single moment of high class for a goal that looked like it belonged in another game. I'm not going to single out any particular player for comment; the stifling mood seemed to affect them all. But shape of the team and the motivation of the players is the responsibility of the manager, and he has to carry the can for the shambolic performance that emerged. I get the feeling that Dr Tony will not tolerate too much more of this, and RDM may therefore already be on borrowed time. A failure to win any of the matches before the next international break may see a change of manager far sooner than any of us might have predicted.