Thursday, February 13, 2014

Premier League Match 26 - Hull 0 Southampton 1


Goal-line Technology Proves that Osvaldo is a Twat

Ha ha very funny, Hull away on a Tuesday night in the sleet, rain and wind.  Thanks a lot.  Why the hell we can’t be given a midweek away game in London when there are so many possibilities is beyond me and it’s also beyond the fixture computer it would seem.  Any hardy soul who makes the trip is either certifiably insane or a masochist but I truly hope your adventure is a rewarding one.  I’ve never been to Hull. They say one should try everything in life but sometimes you don’t need to try something to know you aren’t going to like it.  Hull.

Regardless of how it is as a place, their football team have done rather well this season.  Having been promoted and expected to get relegated they have had their heads above water since day 1 and Steve Bruce has defied my belief that he’s not a very good manager.  He does look like Mrs Doubtfire however but he’s managed his team well and in the recruitment of Nikica Jelavic and diving little moany cheat Shane Long, he’s shown that Hull are serious about survival.  The owner of course has made the wrong headlines by wanting to change to name to Hull Tiger Leopard Cheetah Ocelot Jaguars and the man don’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks.

I was thinking that we may actually rest a couple tonight with the FA Cup match against Sunderland coming on Saturday but we don’t with Calum Chambers coming back in for Nathaniel Clyne in what was the only change in the 18.  A quick look down the Hull team sheet sees Paul Mc ‘how the fuck does he get a game in the Premier League’ Shane and Alex Bruce who is of course, the managers son.  He’s miles better looking than his dad but about 2% of the player that his old man was.  Steve Bruce was very complimentary about us when we smashed them 4-1 at our place and his pre-match interview suggests that he’s struggling a bit with how to approach this game, such was our dominance last time.  In the even he’s gone for it with two out and out strikers so fair play to him.

Hull are showing us plenty of respect at the start of the game and this enables us to get on the ball and start passing it.  We should really take the lead after four minutes as Davis, Chambers and Lallana work it down the right, the skipper crosses and Sir Rickie produces a wonderful first touch to make a glorious chance for himself and then curls the free shot wide from about 10 yards.  It hits the stanchion pole behind the goal so there’s a second when you think it’s gone in but bollocks.  The head in hands shows that the big man knows how good a chance that was.

He has another chance five minutes later as following some more patient stuff in Hull’s half, Steve Davis plays a great positional shot into his path and Sir Rickie tries to lift it over the onrushing Harper who makes a good save to keep it out.  Two Hull defenders and the keeper have thrown themselves in to try and block it and they’ve all smashed into eachother.  Bruce is up first, then Harper but McShite has fucked himself and after a lengthy stoppage is off on a stretcher.  It’s horrible when players get carried off like that, unless it’s Samir Nasri.  When it happens against a Gus Poyet team, he will moan about it stopping the momentum.  He does this because he’s a prick.
                                                                       
George Boyd, who I remember playing for Peterborough against us in league 1, comes on as a sub and Hull reshuffle with a proper defender Elmohamady taking McShite’s place.  The corner we won before the injury is swung over and J-Rod has a free header from 8 yards which he makes a bollocks of, heading it straight down and into a defender.  Hull get up our end for the first time and win a thrown in on the left wing.  It’s hurled into the box where we defend like 8 year olds and let it bounce.  Luke half clears it to Elmohamady who picks out Long with a cross who surprisingly, doesn’t dive on the floor and complain to the ref.  Time stands still as it flicks off his head, beats King Artur and pings off the post before it rebounds to Boyd who can’t get any power into his bouncing effort which King Artur just shovels over the bar.  It would be just typical to miss three decent chances and then for the opposition to score with their first attack.

We are trying to play in the usual way but the ball through to the forwards is poor and usually easily picked off by Hull defenders who then leather it as far away as they can.  With Long being a midget and Jelavic not being a striker who is going to endlessly chase lost causes, it’s pretty poor stuff.  Before the game, Bruce was championing his midfield pair of Huddlestone and Livermore (loan!!) and his centre half Davies, saying they might make the England squad – well, the former two just watch the ball disappearing over their heads, usually wellied there by the latter.

J-Rod does what he does best and runs at the opposition goal and commits defenders,  Livermore has got the wrong side and Elmohamady comes in and brings him down.  Despite this being a clear yellow card offence, the ref can’t be arsed and we get a free kick and Hull get 11 behind the ball.  More decent football though creates another opening though as the ball breaks to J-Rod on the edge of the box and with a casual swing of his right boot, the ball curls over Harper and pings off the angle of post and bar.  A great effort and very unlucky.

The ref is pissing me off now, firstly giving a free kick against Morgan for sod all which allows a cross into our box which Davies meets but heads wide.  Then Shaw gets pulled back as he runs towards our own goal but no free kick is given and he ends up giving a corner away.  This gives the Leopards another half chance as the corner is cleared and Livermore volleys well over.  Aside from charitable refereeing, Hull are creating nothing and seem to have nothing to hurt us with as long as we defend the 70 yard ball forward to the strikers.  Having said all that, they do then work an opening when Jelavic decides to try running and after a piss poor attempt at a tackle by Steve Davis, he pokes his effort straight at The King who isn’t spilling any vodka saving that one.

The next highlight is Curtis Davies attempting a short pass and it went straight to a Saints player so the next time it gets launched into orbit and Long waits for Fonte to breathe on him before flopping down on the ground.  Fair play to the ref who on this occasion, is having none of it.  It’s so bloody predictable - on the ground or in the air, Long will receive the ball with his back to goal and just fall over.  He’s not a bad player but he is a horrible little shit.

Both teams have a chance as the half draws to a close with Shaw picking up a booking after he hoofs Elmohamady over when trying to make up for a crap pass from J-Rod.  Huddlestone, with his managers endorsement ringing in his ears, obviously has no clue what to do with the free kick from out wide and just drills it into the base of the wall in pub player fashion.  The last move of the half ends with a Lallana cross from the left and J-Rod climbs well at the back stick but heads onto the roof of the net.  Half time – we’ve been by far the better side and playing the better football but we’ve struggled in the final third with the ball frequently being lost by Sir Rickie and J-Rod or the pass from the midfielders being too easy to defend against.  Hull for their part – are shite so as long as we defend properly and the referee doesn’t do for us, it should just be a case of whether we can score or not.

We start the second half with a sharp intake of breath as Lallana is trashed by a none-too-subtle challenge by Figueroa and the Saints skipper takes a while to get back up again.  Jose Fonte then makes it very easy for the ref to book him as he makes a mistake and allows the ball to run through to Boyd, before chasing him and bringing him down.  The resulting free kick is taken by Jelavic but it’s another effort that won’t cause any Vodka spillage as The King catches easily.

We look very dangerous down the right as Davis and Chambers again combine for the full back to pull out a superb cross which reaches J-Rod about 8 feet off the ground.  Heading it is the obvious thing to do but why head it when a scissor volley will do, only it won’t as the ball is shinned straight up in the air.  There’s then a good example of how we play and how patient we are as we work down the right but nothings on so we go all the way back to King Artur and then out to the left wing where Shaw beats two players before causing havoc with his cross which is scooped out for a throw-in.

I have the feeling in my water that it’s coming but as usual with Saints, there are more near misses to endure.  First Davis plays a good ball into Sir Rickie who hits a decent shot across the keeper from an angle but Harper gets down well for a man of his advancing years.  The Ocelot’s defence is creaking and they are lucky to get an offside decision as a slick 1-2 between J-Rod and Adam is flagged offside before J-Rod pokes the ball at the keeper.  The Jaguars attacking is now limited to hopeful crosses and from of these, Long makes the mistake of challenging King Artur in the air and it’s a bit like when a fly flies into an oncoming lorry on a motorway.

Up the other end we win a corner as Chambers chases a lost cause which Figueroa didn’t fancy and does enough to get the decision even though it was 50-50 at best.  The croner is a poor one but it comes back out to Chambers who crosses and we manage to have 4 efforts on goal.  Firstly, Jose wins a header and powers it goalwards, only for Harper to make another good save. Lallana hits the rebound but it’s blocked out to Jose whose effort is cleared off the line by Figueroa before it’s finally smashed into the net by Sir Rickie and we can finally celebrate after going Yes, no, Yes, no, Yes, No.  The ref must have got word from the goal-line technology pretty quickly that Jose’s second effort was over the line as it’s him all the players run to.  Get in!!!

In my opinion, all we need to do is keep possession like we have been and that’ll be enough but it should be all over as a Hull player plays basketball in the box but the ref decides not to give a penalty which on first viewing looked ridiculous.  Steve Bruce goes for it by introducing Aluko (whose sister is the best player in his family) and Robbie Brady and taking off the shite Meyler and Figueroa.  We bring on Guly for Sir Rickie and he goes to the left with J-Rod going up top.  It’s still us doing all the attacking and another Chambers cross sees Harper come for it, change his mind and totally fail to deal with it.  Also not dealing with the responsibility of having to play a bit are Curtis Davies who either bombs it forward or gives it away and Tom Huddlestone who just kicks it anywhere as Saints midfield swarms all over him.

Elmohamady then goes down injured, Guly kicks the ball off and the game is stopped for ages instead of him being got off the pitch.  From the restart we get given the ball back but seem to switch off and King Artur plays a shite ball to Morgan who is too casual and ends up having to bring down a Hull player and gets booked.  What the fuck are we doing?  So, the Tigers have a free kick from 20 yards and up steps Aluko but his effort is wank and hits row Z.  His sister would have done better.

We nearly wrap it up as Shaw gets forward well and his quest for his first goal goes on as Harper saved well down low.  The rebound falls to Guly who has to score but to be fair, Davies gets in to clear it off the line with a great piece of defending.  JWP is on for Adam and the Cheetah’s have a couple of moments.  Firstly Jelavic fastens onto a ball over the top and lobs over the bar and then they actually play some football to get some space for Aluko and King Artur is made to work a bit for the first time in the game but it’s comfortable enough.

I totally love the way we play but two incidents make me laugh in the last few minutes.  Bearing in mind we’re 1-0 up away from home, why the hell is Corky, our defensive midfielder within 30 yards of the Hull goal but never mind as he gets as close as he’s ever got and thumps a fantastic effort onto the angle of post and bar whilst the fans in Row Z jump in anticipation of catching one.  The next time we get the ball out on the right I notice that Luke Shaw is in the centre forward position waiting for the cross.  What the actual fuck?

Big Vic is on for Davis, wins a header and then runs through someone in amusing fashion and that’s it.  Another superb performance which really should have yielded more than a 1-0 win.  Am I complaining though….errr no!  Back to back away wins are a rarity so let’s just enjoy.

Are we good or what?  Yes we are and Steve Bruce knows it and says many nice things about us after the game.  Mauricio was of course delighted with the effort and performance put in and it’s so nice that the fans that made a horrendous trip to Hull and back, were rewarded with a performance and more importantly, a result.  There were great performances all over the pitch but the two standouts for me were Maya Yoshida and Morgan Schneiderlin.  Maya again didn’t put a foot wrong and Morgan was just superb and was the main reason why Huddlestone and Livermore did nothing except smash the ball away in panic.

Hull are going to be looking over their shoulders all season but they seem to be a better side than Fulham and Cardiff and should stay up.  I hope they do because there are many others who I would prefer to see taking the drop.  Having signed the two strikers, Bruce will be tempted to play them but two strikers leaves your midfield light and Saints totally dominated in there today.  I hope Bruce sorts it out and that the Hull fans get their wish to stay as Hull City and not be forced into changing the club name on the whim of the nutjob owner they have.


Next up we have Uncle Gus in the FA Cup and they have the advantage of being at home and having had their midweek league match called off.  Surely this time we can beat them or at the very least get them back to SMS.  Two wins from playing at Wembley.  Come on You Reds!!!

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