Post by londonranger on Apr 11, 2009 3:46:53 GMT
When the billionaires bought QPR it seemed like an impossible dream. Gregory got Camp and Legs. Then Buszacky, then Vine, but the tragedy of Ray Jones was a great setback. However DiCanio was brought in and even though the football wasnt the best, skills, crosses saves goals and finally we were out of relegation trouble. There were some troubling things. Why a strong striker wasnt added with all this wealth and a bollixed up reserve goalkeeper situation. The striker we did get was a rather dubious Agyemang.
Then DiCanio left.
The man to bring us to Prem , Dowie was appointed, but prior to this Vines leg was broken.
The Champagne high started to lose its fizz when over the summer, few meaningful deals were made. Defensive help was a summer full of Kaspar Gorkss, a good goalkeeper Cerny, the Toon reject,Delaney and not much else.
Then the succession of Italians, spanish, Latins. This had started the season before but now it became more troubling as the doubtful quality and fit became more apparent.
However we still were up in the table and had even won a cup game away to Aston Villa. That seemed a sign of moving up and who knows. Then without warning a real sign that things were not going the way we expected. Dowie was axed precipitously.
Then a great player with little experience was brought to manage. Why the sack, why Sousa. You could feel momentum had halted. Then Buszacky broke his knee, neophyte phenoms from Europe turned into duds. But then we won a game or three.
When Dowie left we were at the playoff line. That was the closest we came. Suddenly new problems. We couldnt score goals. Still no striker. Still all this money wouldnt buy talent to replace the injured. One began to wonder how really was this new ownership invested in empire building. Certainly they didnt match the Glazer brothers.
Finally two players were bought. Borrowdale, and the controversial Helgusson who Bolton cringed when they thought he was coming back. Why in the world did we need him. My champagne had become flat.
Even though we couldnt score goals we were playing with one striker and various midfiield experiments were tried. Then Blackstock began to be treated like a leper.
Why? Then Rowlands broke his leg. He was replaced by a series of loaners and Routledge. But nothing really worked except the centerbacks and some brilliance from Connolly and Legs.
Then the Camp fiasco. The sitting goalkeeper sent to exile. Why? You started to see startling features of management that were ugly to say the least.
Playoffs had slipped away as we couldnt win important games. Then more incredulity. Sousa was suddenly becomeing scapegoated. From Fantastic talent to a dolt. Meanwhile attendances were at the 10,000 mark, prices were steeper, and fans were booing. Morale had become negative.
The nightmare was now a daily occurrence. But a loanee Taarabt, yet another midfielder, showed some ability to score, a brief interlude, to be followed by the thunder of this week.
Qpr have become a nightmare. There will be more to come. Worldwide press reports put us as a great sports story of incredulity. A quantum reversal of fortune from those palmy days two years ago.
This miracle 11th hour purchase 2 years go abruptly turned to a dubious proposition.
I feel shame for my team. We do not deserve it,neither do the players. A pall of disbelief hangs over Loftus Rd.
Then DiCanio left.
The man to bring us to Prem , Dowie was appointed, but prior to this Vines leg was broken.
The Champagne high started to lose its fizz when over the summer, few meaningful deals were made. Defensive help was a summer full of Kaspar Gorkss, a good goalkeeper Cerny, the Toon reject,Delaney and not much else.
Then the succession of Italians, spanish, Latins. This had started the season before but now it became more troubling as the doubtful quality and fit became more apparent.
However we still were up in the table and had even won a cup game away to Aston Villa. That seemed a sign of moving up and who knows. Then without warning a real sign that things were not going the way we expected. Dowie was axed precipitously.
Then a great player with little experience was brought to manage. Why the sack, why Sousa. You could feel momentum had halted. Then Buszacky broke his knee, neophyte phenoms from Europe turned into duds. But then we won a game or three.
When Dowie left we were at the playoff line. That was the closest we came. Suddenly new problems. We couldnt score goals. Still no striker. Still all this money wouldnt buy talent to replace the injured. One began to wonder how really was this new ownership invested in empire building. Certainly they didnt match the Glazer brothers.
Finally two players were bought. Borrowdale, and the controversial Helgusson who Bolton cringed when they thought he was coming back. Why in the world did we need him. My champagne had become flat.
Even though we couldnt score goals we were playing with one striker and various midfiield experiments were tried. Then Blackstock began to be treated like a leper.
Why? Then Rowlands broke his leg. He was replaced by a series of loaners and Routledge. But nothing really worked except the centerbacks and some brilliance from Connolly and Legs.
Then the Camp fiasco. The sitting goalkeeper sent to exile. Why? You started to see startling features of management that were ugly to say the least.
Playoffs had slipped away as we couldnt win important games. Then more incredulity. Sousa was suddenly becomeing scapegoated. From Fantastic talent to a dolt. Meanwhile attendances were at the 10,000 mark, prices were steeper, and fans were booing. Morale had become negative.
The nightmare was now a daily occurrence. But a loanee Taarabt, yet another midfielder, showed some ability to score, a brief interlude, to be followed by the thunder of this week.
Qpr have become a nightmare. There will be more to come. Worldwide press reports put us as a great sports story of incredulity. A quantum reversal of fortune from those palmy days two years ago.
This miracle 11th hour purchase 2 years go abruptly turned to a dubious proposition.
I feel shame for my team. We do not deserve it,neither do the players. A pall of disbelief hangs over Loftus Rd.