Monday, 21 November 2011
The Last Hour of Doctor Allardyce
And the first goal we scored was almost as bad. The defender missed Green's clearance and Cole, given a free run on goal, did his best to pass the ball wide of an inviting net, only for a defender to redirect it into the onion bag. Tactical genius! The truth of the matter is that Doctor Evil has signed a pact with the Devil; there's no other explanation for the outrageous good fortune we are enjoying at the moment!
The Allardyce Acolytes are falling over themselves in their rush to credit the manager for his motivational and organisational skills, but how do you motivate a useless twat of a striker to dive under the ball, fall flat on his face and accidentally deflect the ball into the net? The cross was crap, the attempt to connect with the ball was crap and the defending was crap enough to help us score regardless. Genius! Pure Tactical, motivational and organisational genius!
Beware Allardyce, like Doctor Faustus, your last hour will come! Beware!
O, mercy heaven! Look not so fierce on me!
Adders and serpents, let me breathe a while!
Ugly hell, gape not! Come not Lucifer!
I'll burn my route one books! O Mephistopheles!
Posted by Hammersfan at 17:46