EASTER CHICKENS AND NO SIGN OF A RESURRECTION!
EASTER CHICKENS
Five in a row t shirts are being sold over in the land of the great unwashed. Oh how they gloat, and who can deny them their 5th moment of glory, or the gift of yet another 6 points to ensure they stave off relegation for yet another season. Yes, 6 points that we could do with right now to stave off our own fears of getting dragged into the relegation mire. It's inconceivable to me that we can lose yet again, not because we are brilliant, more because Sunderland are awful as their recent league form shows. Even allowing for our team being at the bare bones in players we should have put up a better fight than we did. Only Janmaat and Jonas can come out with their heads held high and the former played the entire game injured (tear in calf)! The fact he played and could possibly have worsened his condition is proof positive that this club is operating at a rank amateur level. Credit to the lad for risking his health on the day but it's utter madness it really is.
If the likes of Sissoko and Krul are looking for a big move away in the summer they didn't do their credentials much good yesterday, indeed in the case of Krul, congratulating Defoe in the tunnel all smiles to boot over his wonder goal, you'd have to question his team player skills. There is a time and place to high five an opposition player and it isn't half time in the tunnel in view of the cameras. As for Sissoko, he was anonymous as were most of them to be fair.
For all Carvers rhetoric in the build up to the match, in the end everything from the team selection down to tactics and game plan (or lack of) was a damp squib. That Sunderland only got the one goal first half was the biggest shock for me. How you can have Defoe, Wickham and Fletcher up top and still only win from a wonder strike is quite shocking and says more about them than us. Like Newcastle, they may survive, just.
So around about the mid way mark I started to ask myself, what's the point? We start out at the beginning of the season knowing full well we won't win the league, won't win a cup, won't make Europe and will be lucky to make top ten. That's assuming our owner hasn't sold our best player/players by then and replaced with cheap and cheerful or worse not replaced at all. Well there is always the Derby, our own little cup final, except there isn't even that anymore is there? When is the last time we sent out a team who were really up for it on the day? Forget the fact they change their manager for every Derby, they just seem to take it more seriously than our lot do. If they played with that passion every game they wouldn't need 6 points a season from us to avoid the drop.
So if we can't obtain Europe, cups or titles and now the Derby is seemingly off limits, what's the point? Surely the point of any sport is to start the campaign with the aim of winning something, isn't it?
We need an injection of enthusiasm from our owner, a renewed sense of pride and if he cannot bring himself to see the damage he has done not just to the club and it's fan base but to a city too, then frankly he needs to go and the sooner the better for me. To be honest, the way I feel at this moment, this club feels like it's going to hell in a hand cart.
The club has been likened to a Zombie club in recent days by pundits and rightly so. It's the perfect analogy, but unlike the living dead the chances of this great club being resurrected to what it was to the fans is getting smaller by the day.
By KIMTOON
