Well it was the turning point. As Ads has said, our players gave up afterwards when they should have been furious and wanting to ram it down their throats.
Quote from: Nii Lamptey on July 09, 2020, 10:27:42 PMSurprise surprise, “the penalty was the turning point”.How the fuck do you explain the lack of goal threat, the lack of fight, the lack of bottle?!! Get out of our fucking club, you chancer.Well it was the turning point. As Ads has said, our players gave up afterwards when they should have been furious and wanting to ram it down their throats.
Surprise surprise, “the penalty was the turning point”.How the fuck do you explain the lack of goal threat, the lack of fight, the lack of bottle?!! Get out of our fucking club, you chancer.
Interesting that with Smith gone, Brentford have actually improved
Quote from: Ads on July 09, 2020, 10:18:32 PMI'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.Hard to disagree with any of that.
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.
We were in it before the pen. A scandalous one. That should prompt a response from us. An angry battling guns blazing response. But not this Villa team. Their response was to fight the injustice like Julian Clary in a bar room brawl. I'm fucking fuuuuming with em Tone.