Today we managed to make a very limited Barrow side look good. Wilkinson is NOT a right winger, and in any event appears to have suffered a sudden drastic loss of form. Griffin, having won MOM on Boxing Day, had a mare. Playing with a howling gale behind us in the first half, we persisted in hoofing high balls up to Perry, who wasn't on a going day. Rodgers scarcely played a ball to a team mate all afternoon.
OK, the ref was inept (we can say that far too often), the conditions weren't easy, and Barrow were decidedly up for it......but when Paddy Lacey looks one of the better players on the pitch, it tells you we haven't progressed one millimetre from last season. In fact, we're heading backwards in my opinion.
As if I didn't feel bad enough, I had bloody David Birch behind me on the coach chuntering "He's had it, has Coburn.....he's past it." England's Number One made a number of crucial saves, without which we would have surely lost. Give me fkn strength !
And if we manage to contrive a way to lose to that pile of manure at Bower Fold on Wednesday, I'll drive Sinnott home to Hull personally, and lob him off the Humber Bridge.
Rant over, but I'm simmering........