Tom Hark Preston Park
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- Jul 6, 2003
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And... relax 
This season is a bonus.
We were outplayed by Swindon in the semis. Twice. If Adam Virgo hadn't got us out of a hole at the death, the season would have ended there and then and we'd have had no right to have any grumbles. Tho we would have grumbled. BOY would we have grumbled. In particular, instead of making Adam Virgo into a Hero, we'd have been crucifying Dan Harding for his woeful backpass that gifted Swindon a goal a Withdean. Under-21s? OK, great, pleased for the lad and all that, but his current club form is the same 'startled rabbit caught in the headlights' as it was last season. Suspect Peter Taylor's trying to do us a MASSIVE favour with JP by suggesting that the Albion matter on a national level because - look! - we have players who play at a national level. Again, it's a bonus.
Played four games in the Championship. Been beaten by the teams lying first, second and third in the table. Drew against a team currently lying mid-table. That's the way the form book runs.
OK, it's (ahem) early-doors, but all I know is that I feel a lot more relaxed about this season when we have a full team of adults out there on the pitch and an experienced manager in the dugout. Maybe we'll stay up, maybe we won't, but a lot of people would save themselves a lot of anguish if they just took what enjoyment they could find from the game. Like the quality pubtime, before and after, with their mates, and - yippee! - it didn't rain. Fine, we were pantalones against lowly opposition last night, but there's a certain bit of sport to be had from ironic cheering when we're 2-1 down with five minutes to go and the Albion back four are treating the remaining specatators to an exhibiton of responsibility-dodging possession play in their own half. My how we ironically cheered each perfectly executed pass inside our own half. Hot-Potatoes-R-Us or what?
f*** it. Just enjoy the ride. Go to some great grounds, enjoy watching or heckling some name players, savour some unlikely victories - cos there will be some, leading inevitably to the death-or-glory finale. Existential INNIT.
Like I say, this season is a bonus. The REAL business starts with the Labour Party Conference at the back end of next month.
This season is a bonus.
We were outplayed by Swindon in the semis. Twice. If Adam Virgo hadn't got us out of a hole at the death, the season would have ended there and then and we'd have had no right to have any grumbles. Tho we would have grumbled. BOY would we have grumbled. In particular, instead of making Adam Virgo into a Hero, we'd have been crucifying Dan Harding for his woeful backpass that gifted Swindon a goal a Withdean. Under-21s? OK, great, pleased for the lad and all that, but his current club form is the same 'startled rabbit caught in the headlights' as it was last season. Suspect Peter Taylor's trying to do us a MASSIVE favour with JP by suggesting that the Albion matter on a national level because - look! - we have players who play at a national level. Again, it's a bonus.
Played four games in the Championship. Been beaten by the teams lying first, second and third in the table. Drew against a team currently lying mid-table. That's the way the form book runs.
OK, it's (ahem) early-doors, but all I know is that I feel a lot more relaxed about this season when we have a full team of adults out there on the pitch and an experienced manager in the dugout. Maybe we'll stay up, maybe we won't, but a lot of people would save themselves a lot of anguish if they just took what enjoyment they could find from the game. Like the quality pubtime, before and after, with their mates, and - yippee! - it didn't rain. Fine, we were pantalones against lowly opposition last night, but there's a certain bit of sport to be had from ironic cheering when we're 2-1 down with five minutes to go and the Albion back four are treating the remaining specatators to an exhibiton of responsibility-dodging possession play in their own half. My how we ironically cheered each perfectly executed pass inside our own half. Hot-Potatoes-R-Us or what?
f*** it. Just enjoy the ride. Go to some great grounds, enjoy watching or heckling some name players, savour some unlikely victories - cos there will be some, leading inevitably to the death-or-glory finale. Existential INNIT.
Like I say, this season is a bonus. The REAL business starts with the Labour Party Conference at the back end of next month.
