Good afternoon, Night Of The Living Dead extras.
Thankfully, I wasn’t one of the lunatics that stayed up late last night/got up early this morning to watch our MLS All-Stars friendly.
Sky Sports 1 obliged with a full game re-run midmorning here in Blighty.
I withstood the televisual feast until until some Scotchman kept repeating the phrase ‘the PK’ when referring to the penalty.
Trying to compose a “what I learned from…” this game is a fool’s errand.
If anything, ‘when playing at altitude on a dry pitch, try to under-hit the ball, if you can’ might be the full extent of my learning.
A combination of the above conditions and our very young average player age made for a match that was frequently frenetic, yet one on which not much really happened in. By the time I cashed in my interest chips, I felt as if I’d been watching someone playing a computer game.
Briefly; Kane’s goal was well taken and gives up hope that he still ‘has it’.
Whilst Dier supposedly has experience as a defensive midfielder in a previous existence, if that’s to be our plan for the new season, it’s a bit of a thin one.
Bonzo still ‘has it’.
“Where I go next, it will be a surprise, a very big surprise,”
Not the words of Daniel Levy, but those of Zlatan Ibrahimovic after scoring in the 2-0 win over Manchester United in Chicago on Thursday.
Unless the PSG striker is planning something as a obtuse as opening up a shop selling handmade wooden toys for preschool kids, he’s obviously planning a move far more interesting than a payday walk in the park to the MLS.
Considering last season’s performances, opposed just looking at last night’s game in isolation, we need a miracle of Zlatan proportions.
Berahino if it were to happen would not necessarily be a disaster, but I’m seriously struggling to visualise this squad suddenly ‘clicking’.
Why would it?
I am labelled as a voice of doom, but largely by those poor mindless folk, those who clap wildly like trained sea-lions when they see a bloke with a bucket of sprats approaching.
Poch’s ‘philosophy’ remains one of the best kept secrets in football.
The monies we’ve scraped together from flogging of the last glut of bad buys has yet to be seriously dented.
Our first competitive game is more or less a week a week away.
Either there is something Ibrahimovic-esque already agreed, or we are in for a very long season.
On an upbeat note, Horndog was there, and here’s his report!
