I'll caveat my comments with an apology for repeating myself.I thought we'd lose, but I expected a defeat like Sunday. Competitive.I felt we got a performance at the start. Energy, pressing, having a go, creating openings, putting good balls in.Then we're cheated. No ifs or buts. Cheated by a fat c*** like Moss. And I went fucking spare. Absolutely mental. My wife gave up telling me to stop swearing, I called my old man up and went fucking barmy down the phone. Livid does not cut it.But we weren't. We weren't angry, we were meek. Soft. Accepting our fate. And that is inexcusable and unforgivable. If that shirt means anything or your professional pride counts for a jot, you do not fucking react like we did.Mings- the defending was appalling. Grealish, the samecriminal schoolboy cowardice. Do not turn your back you twat, you get fucking hit. But you don't. You bottle it and let that odious wanker Pogba pick his spot.I am infuriated with how passive we were, how stand offish how utterly fucking craven we were. What happens on Sunday if it doesn't go our way? Fucking hell Villa.Weak and I cannot abide that. I'll accept not being good enough (to a point), but I cannot accept surrendering. Ever.
And so another 90 minutes of ineptitude and lack of passion is over.Going down without a fight, which is the worst crime of all imo.
Absolute crap, its still not over, but Crystal Palace will be it for Smith.
Yet as sure as night follows day there will be those wanting Smith to stay to get us back up again.