We were sat there on the oversized armchair, sipping a Ketel One and cola, naked, gazing out of the floor-to-ceiling windows in our perch high atop Las Vegas Boulevard, contemplating the southern Nevada sky at dusk. What happened Saturday? Resignation to missing the match was realised before departure – no laptop due to flying hassles and virtually no hope of any business centre equipped w/ the internet like those present at hotels not driven by booze, gambling, tits, and ass. Our Arsenal supporting mate said he’d deliver a status via Twitter – apparently you need one of those smartphones to access it and receive fecking updates. Further prodding by text-to-e-mail netted vague and cryptic replies. This was the last thing needed after a customary late night. Fuck it. The few facts put forth led to the usual conclusion: a toothless performance worsened by another lapse of judgment.
Overwhelmingly it’s clear that Gordon Strachan was a tad off on his assessment of the outfit he was handed down, and Steve Gibson/Keith Lamb may have been negligent in not acknowledging any readiness factor – simply put: can this guy win with what we have here, and if not, how much cash/time will it take to make changes? The answers remain nebulous, but the provident spend on the new bunch, coupled with certainty of existing squad members being sold infer a true direction.
Eric Paylor thinks the embryo is healthy and positive…
AV is keen to impress that this is our new level – everyone is for sale, and we sink into the more defined position of a feeder for bigger clubs, only able to exploit smaller, more vulnerable ones…
Change can be fun and exciting – the only attitude really as middlesbroughfcblog.com enters into a ground share w/ a non-footballing entity – Welcome to Steele Indian Park!
January 20th, 2010 @ BA
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