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Comfort Zone by Grist
We’ve had defeats in the past and we will get beaten again but this time as a die-hard fan of many years I feel well and truly mugged. I feel as though I care about the club but those “professional” people playing and coaching the game don’t appear to be that bothered about it.
Yes there’s been the obvious call for Ronnie Moore’s head and there may be some benefit from change. Personally I think that sacking Ronnie will cause more problems than it solves but it’s quite clear that he and his assistant John Breckin are more interested about life outside the club than within it. As for the players, they look unfit, tired, lacking in enthusiasm and very much in the comfort zone, a zone where maximum money can be extracted for minimum effort.
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For the lightweights we laughingly call our squad I have this message. To Messrs Pollitt, Scott, Hurst, McIntosh, Swailes, Gilchrist, Vernazza, McLaren, Monkhouse, Proctor and Hoskins, take your weeks wages and any bonuses, put it into a very big envelope and give it to Jamal Campbell-Rice.
JCR played badly on Saturday by his own standards but he tried and tried and tried, you lot didn’t even break sweat by comparison. Just exactly what are you doing during training sessions, picking out the winner of the 3-30 at Doncaster? One thing is clear, you certainly aren’t training, my Granny looks fitter and she’s certainly quicker.
So we come to the Wigan game where the new Millers 05 are organisi
ng a cut price ticket scheme to get more mugs to come and watch you “perform”. Well how’s about this for an idea, you “players” should dip into your bank accounts and buy 6000 tickets and give them away to anybody daft enough to want to turn up to watch you. Laughable?, no what is laughable is that mugs like me actually pay to watch you.
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Am I fuming?, well the language filter stops me from saying what I really think. Either get out of the comfort zone pretty damn quick or jump into your beamers and go and mug the supporters of some other club, with performances like the Yeovil one we don’t want you here.
Grist
Grist