Clueless County Crushed By Shrimps

I don’t know what to say. Well, ten goals in two games. That should say it all. Standing on an open terrace watching us make an average League Two side look like world-beaters. That should say it all.

Stockport County Football Club. At the moment, very sadly, that should also say it all.

I’m just back from Morecambe after a horrendous journey back, soaking wet after standing for over 90 minutes in the torrential rain watching the pile of crap served up by the County side once again. So I’m going to take this opportunity to cop out of writing a ‘proper’ match report until the morning, and instead leave you with a post I made over on the old Yellowboard a few minutes ago.

First of all, (for no reason other than because it will make me feel a slight better) the referee was an absolute joke. As per. We were right behind the dugout, and Sammy Mac was stood shaking his head and patting Simpson on the shoulder at the red card and penalty. Complete joke to say he should be fined for deliberate handball when the lad’s stood there showing his shirt with a full, dirt/football print bang in the middle of it. Ruined the game, although the performance from then on cannot be put down to anything other than the players.

Just woeful. For about ten minutes after their first goal, we created a few chances. Donnelly missed a one-on-one, Williams blasted a free-kick over the bar, plus a few more. After that, we were complete garbage. There were massive holes at the back every time Morecambe came forward, defenders were continually being put on their arses by average wingers. Assoumani looks to be on his own personal crusade to see how many mistakes he can make in the space of a week.

Set-pieces were the worst. Literally every set-piece for Morecambe, without exaggeration, looked like it would result in a goal. Glennon was going ballistic, we could see the goals coming a mile off and when you see them on TV you will see what I mean.

The basics – non-existent. Nothing to do with the conditions (the game should have been abandoned by the way but Morecambe were still able to string a pass or two together.) I lost count the number of times a simple pass to a team-mate went to an opponent, just through laziness, lack of concentration.

Glennon had no chance with any of the goals really although he looked to be flapping at the 3rd a bit, not sure. Assoumani and Rose were comical yet again, to me to you, to me to you, oh it’s gone in. Williams and Lynch were getting forward all night and not tracking back. It’s naive. We’ve got ten men, rightly or wrongly, you don’t go gung-ho when you’re fully aware you’ve got no cover.

Pulis is as weak as Tansey and/or Vincent. Turnbull ran all night and was shouting orders all night to the team but then not going through with them himself. Donnelly was up top on his own, ran his balls off without help, had a few long-range efforts. Missed a glorious chance to equalise but the ball got stuck in the water.

Salem looks like the next Ali Dia. Maybe he is Ali Dia. Headless chicken. It’s all negative because there was no positives. There was a round of boos at the full-time whistle but Simpson sent the players off down the tunnel and went over to the fans to take the flak/applaud us. Have to say Griffin as man of the match again, but AGAIN the best of a bad bunch. I really don’t see where our next point is coming from, because we’re making average/mediocre sides look like world-beaters. I feel for Simpson because we set out 4-5-1 from the start, and almost straight away his game-plan was ruined. But still, there was a televised match last night where the away side completely bossed the game with nine men, we should still have enough about us to make a fist of it.

About 250/300 fans there, in good voice all night. Stupid again to be singing ‘Jimmy Gannon’s Blue ‘n’ White Army..’ etc. Good atmosphere though.

Meh.

And ‘meh’ sums it up. The whole thing.

I can’t be bothered. And for the first time since, well…ever…I’m considering not going on Saturday.

Massive ‘meh.’

Goodnight fellow tortured SCFC souls.