And there’s those somewhere in between who rate the squad, support the players, the manager, the chairman, the transfer policy, the academy, the financial situation, and love our style of play, but still think yesterday was a fucking disgrace and a bottle job.
Who rage at the fact Dele can go from world class for a month to believing that now his aura is so strong the Wolves players will just stand and watch in awe as he destroys counter attack after counter attack by standing on the ball, doing a sailor salute, then trying to rabona an 80 yard cross field pass to the flanks.
Or that Son, world class for a month decides to whack on a pair of clown boots so every first touch bounces two meters to the nearest Wolves player.
Or Kane scores a world class goal then retreats back into spirit of Rasiak
Or that Eriksen goes from Barca to Bogna
Or that Lloris, bored decides to play charades....guess who?? BOBBY MIMMS!!!!
Fuck that, these players are a joke sometimes.
SOMETIMES.
And I won’t hide from pointing it out especially not at the time it’s happening or straight after the game.
They are not my friends.
These are people we all fear jumping ship and leaving us in the shit to “get the trophies they deserve” at Utd or City, yet we’re expected to show them undying sympathy and stroke their egos for underachieving.
We are not punching above our weight.....this squad is good enough to win a cup, and our manager is supposedly good enough to get any gig on the planet.