I have sat, if not in support, then on the fence for some time in the Pardew debate. This has, I have to confess, been mainly because I really don’t see who will come in and replace him. However, the time surely has come to find out. Our manager has on too many occasions failed to inspire the players under his charge (possibly in some cases to completely alienating them). Whilst I’ve felt sympathy for his obvious lack of control over who is in his squad his main job must be to gel those available into a team—something that he seems to struggle to do.
That isn’t my main reason for finally joining the calls for his head. That is his inability to find anything that works for the players he has. Pardew persists in playing a formation which, at least under him, leaves us struggling to find shots let alone goals. An over crowded midfield have no focus with little deep threat. When midfielders do find themselves forward it is all too often wide with nothing in the box. And Pardew’s plan B appears to be nothing but like for like changes (baffling often in the fullback position) which result in no variation to the attacking play which has failed to work. All this is leaving aside his apparent inability to coach a defence, or even a decent free kick.
Surely, somebody can do better than that.
What I really want is Ashley to sell to somebody who actually cares about this club, this way of life. What I will settle for is a manager with some ideas.
There has been quite some controversy over a Columbian women’s cycling teams kit this week. So much so, the BBC Sport section reported on it. This is the photograph (a full version of which was widely distributed over the internet) they used to illustrate the story;
As the story notes, that version has a slight alteration. Today, linked to directly from the most read section of the BBC news front page, is a Newsbeat story about bad sports kits, inspired by the cycling story. The accompanying photograph there is this one:
That’s entirely uncensored. So the question is, do the BBC believe they should be covering up or not?
Saturday saw an early rise as Heather, Gemma and I headed to view the striking masts at the Greenwich Tall Ships Festival 2014, almost fifty ships gracing the Thames from maritime Greenwich down to Woolwich.
Just a note of the Dartford Orchard Theatre’s comedy night, complete with a pint and burger (because its good to be distracted from some things sometimes). The beer was okay (bottled speckled hen), the burger nothing special, the comedy good, so a good night (even if the black cab home was stupidly priced).
Today I shall work, work which seven years ago I took the first step upon. Seven years ago another step was taken, at a station, in my heart. We walked together, travelling on, you and I so briefly but so wonderfully.
Tonight I shall laugh. As I laughed with you. I miss the laugh, from you and how you brought it from me.
I continue to take steps in this life, though the path you now walk is shrouded to me. I hope that they meet again, these forks, some time and I can hold you again.
Today is my anniversary and always will be my pixie.