Thursday, October 16, 2008

Groin pain

Sod's fucking law.

More on the excusable use of industrial language below, but this has to be pardonable when confronted with the news that Little Saint Mick has managed to injure himself during the international break, despite not featuring for his country . A scan today revealed a groin strain rather than the feared tear, but he'll still be out of action for seven to ten days.

Without our one in-form forward, we'll have to rely on the stellar striking talents of Shola Ameobi and The Xisco Kid at St James's on Monday night. Meanwhile, our opponents are likely to field Elano, Jo, a rejuvenated Shaun Wright-Phillips and some fella by the name of Robinho. Our prospects of getting the win we desperately need for the sake of our league position and our chances of avoiding defeat at the Dark Place really don't look too good...

In other recent news, Steven Taylor captained the England U21s to a very narrow aggregrate victory over their Welsh counterparts, meaning they will go to next summer's European Championships ball in Sweden. Taylor can claim to have been instrumental in the decisive goal - it was his header that Wolves striker Sam Vokes deflected past his own 'keeper to level the scores on the night. Makes up for our man's monumental cock-up in the first leg, at least...

Meanwhile, Gerry Francis and his preposterous mullet won't be defecting from Stoke to join our coaching staff because the move wouldn't have been "practical", despite having received what he described as a great offer, and the man who made him that offer, JFK, has tried to justify and defend turning the air a shade of dark navy blue at his press conference by harping on about his tough upbringing: "I come from a one-parent family. My dad died when I was young and my mum brought up five on a council estate." Are we going to get this sob story every time we lose under his stewardship, I wonder?


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