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Post by londonranger on Mar 24, 2010 0:34:59 GMT
The last time we played Derby county, we won 4-2 after being behind 2-0 at half time. A match
that Gavin Mahon shone brightly. But he was done for the season and so was our season.
Wins followed goals followed, we were in 4th place. Then it happenned. A loss followed by a
huge one then the owner fumigatingly furious and the team spiralled out of contol as the team
stopped playing, and Magilton could only cuss, scream and cuff. Pressure by Briatore, rattlling
his cage, by players that went into their own version of the Misery that is QPR, with head butts,
on camera walks, accusations, TV exposure, and Magilton done. Unbelievable, but it
is true. More managers, more dreadful results, get rid of good players.
A debacle. Crystal Palace goes into Administration, The erstwhile chairman , flies the coop.
Wit the season going to windup here come three new supremos. Here comes Warnock
No threats to his authority.
We draw at home for the second time vs Derby, stiill needing a handful of points to avoid rele-
gation. Whew.
No one would believe this if it wasnt true.
Talking points. The summer late appointment of Magilton, not especially a great choice. The
absence of a decent pre season. A weird trip to ? slovenia? . relying on injured players,
and it isnt long before, Rowlands goes down, Helgusson follows, Still no goalscorer,
a disrepaired back four. No backup goalkeeper and players coming in and out from g-d
knows where. This soft underbelly did as much to grease our skids as what followed that
Saturday in Pride Park. Finito
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Post by Lonegunmen on Mar 24, 2010 2:22:42 GMT
Excellent post and very accurate.
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Post by Lonegunmen on Mar 24, 2010 5:59:44 GMT
No worries, it chronicaled everything that was pretty much wrong with this season. As someone said a few days back, the last 3 years have actually been a waste of time and money. nothing has progressed. Well not forward anyway. Except for this MB coming into existance.
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Post by ingham on Mar 24, 2010 20:34:09 GMT
I sometimes get the impression that the entire game is marking time now. They're just going through the motions.
Once you weren't much, but you did your best. Or you were a contender, and tried to unearth the key manager or players who would put you at the top, however briefly. Or you already had the maverick who could do it, even though you were a Club that nobody took any notice of - Huddersfield under Chapman, Ramsey's Ipswich, Gregory's QPR.
Ramsey realised that you could come from nowhere, win the Second Division, and the First Division would ignore you - as a mere Second Division side - because he had been there before, as the full back in the Spurs side that won the Second and First in successive seasons in 1950-51.
But this doesn't happen now. The football is incidental. The big story is how much money they all make. How much it all costs. And nobody notices that only one Club is really winning things.
The rest are bloated. Huge squads, enormous youth programmes of players who will never make it, siphoned away from the QPRs where, in the past, they might have had first team football at 16, like Frank Sibley. Abramovich should have back to back titles for the last 10 years. Come to that, so should Fayed. But apart from Mourinho, who understood where RA was coming from, even if RA had no idea about him, they're floundering.
Losing money, and losing competition after competition. But they're better than they were, it's true. Hard not to be, really.
QPR is a Club where home grown players would never get in the team now.
Can you imagine it? Our three most successful sides, under Gregory. 67 - Springett, Hazell, Hunt, Sibley, Morgan, Morgan, Keen. 76 - even in that shimmering quality side - Francis, Clement, Gillard, Leach. And the eighties side, Goddard, Allen, Hucker, Dawes, Neill and the others.
But overpaid, insipid players nobody else wants are more lucrative for the people making the deals. That £18 million they had the sheer insolence to lose in one year went into someone's pockets.
Even if it came out of the Club's.
There's no money in kids for the people making the deals. Get rid of them to Spurs or some other former Club dreaming of glories it will never relive. We can sign them back at £20,000 a week when they're 23, demoralised, and clueless. And hand them over to manager after manager who will achieve what all the others did.
Even if we get a good one, he'll be like Mourinho at Chelsea. With that knowing smile as he takes his leave. If you don't know why I'm going, I'm not going to enlighten you.
For excitement, we get a photo of a boardroom nonetity smirking. Nothing on the pitch to speak of. But the sales pitch, that's something else.
Hurrah. Someone bought some shares for himself. Hurrah. He sold them. Hurrah. Someone else bought them. Hurrah. He hasn't paid for them. Hurrah. This one is richer than that one. Hurrah. He speaks. Hurrah. Oh, God, we're family now.
WE always have been.
We used to cheer Marsh and Bowles. But now we're part of the Board's family, we aren't even asked to the wedding. Instead, they ask to tell them what they should do about season ticket prices.
Put them up, obviously, you dummies!
Up where? Aha.
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Post by londonranger on Mar 24, 2010 21:31:56 GMT
Brilliant.
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