After the endless eulogies for Oliver Skipp, a player who took over 13 seasons to rack up his 100-plus appearances, and so making Giovani Lo Celso look every month’s Employee Of The Month, we played our first game under Postecoglou’s second bite at the buffet.
‘Improved’, to ‘better-prepared’, to ‘the same as last season’ in the space of just a few days. Who knew?!
What was easy to spot were the same shortfalls and the same mental fragilities that this investment company has bred into every sinew of this pretty wretched club.
Anyone who took any heart from that game will need to do a lot better than to reel out empty platitudes like ‘early days’ and ‘a difficult place to go’.
Leicester City were poor, even when their goal gave them hope and transformed them into a side that did its level best to channel its inner Rumble In The Jungle, Muhammed Ali.
Lots of videos to follow, but many of them are not worth watching from a purist’s perspective.
I wondered how long it would take for Ange to understand that this division primarily requires excellent players, as opposed to some school-boyish belief in a system …and it may be the case that last night will have rapidly brought that process forward.
Tactically, the dubious Mr Cooper had us sussed from the off, Ange’s use of substitutes was once again nothing but embarrassing. Little says quite as much as hurling on all one’s subs.
What intellectually superior coaches with better players do to us this season, is anyone’s guess.
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