Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Premier League Match 38 - Southampton 0 Stoke 1


Pied on for JWP then Eric... Eric! ... Wake Up You Bastard!

Roll up, roll up.  Stoke at home.  That in itself is enough to send you running for the hills as Stoke are well known for coming for a 0-0 and that’s it.  It’s ok though because under Claude Puel, Saints are a wonderful free flowing attacking side with deadly strikers and midfielders raining shots on goal from midfield.  Back in the real world, this is going to be 0-0 and not much to be getting excited about.  Stoke are a side like ourselves in the mid-table ‘boring’ category.  No danger of getting relegated and no danger of doing anything interesting either.

There’s been no time since the United game for anything interesting to happen off the pitch and so there’s not much to discuss on our walk across the Itchen Bridge aside from score predictions (0-0 x3) and the starting line up.  Like the fool that I am, I’m convinced Claude is going to go with the most goal threat that he can but as we get to the other side I’m on my phone and seeing the same old shit aside from Charlie Austin who is back up front.  This is good news in itself but would be better if he had a strike partner.  As it is we have Dusan Tadic selected again and some players that may have made it interesting like Boufal, Gabbiadini and Caceres on the bench.  I need a beer.

The game starts with the ball being knocked back to Stephens and he takes too long to clear it and gets charged down.  Stoke pick it up on our right and cross it and Stephens again skims a header across our goal and Diouf smashes it goalwards forcing Fraser to make a decent save.  Our first attacks are by our usual method of working it down the left wing, hammering it across, everyone missing it and then hammering it across from the other side.  Stoke defend it comfortably.  Jack Stephens tries something different by Waltzing forward and playing a 1-2 but he gets the ball taken off him in the penalty area – good effort though.

I remember when Xherdan Shaqiri signed for Stoke – he had a big reputation and no one could quite believe that he’d gone there but like Bojan before him, he’s turned to shite under the management of Mark Hughes, resorting to throwing himself about.  We win a free kick on the left as Redmond is taken out by Diouf and JWP’s cross reaches Stephens at the back post and he attempts some sort of wild slash at the ball and clears it out to Bertrand who shoots wide.

Redmond is quite lively and he skips across the pitch well and finds Cedric on the right.  There is no runner in front of him so he turns back and hits the shitties of shitty passes across the defence with the outside of his right boot, straight to Peter the Giraffe.  It’s a good job that the giraffe is not the quickest and Maya Yoshida gets back well to hit him man and ball.

Charlie Austin is showing promising signs and after Tadic puts Bertrand away down the left, Austin flies in at the cross at the near post but can’t divert it on target.  Stoke have a chance from their traditional set piece method with Fraser staying at home and Diouf heading goalwards only for Cedric to head off the line.  Cedric is involved again when he goes over the top in the vague direction of Redmond and Butland tries to convince he’s a footballer and takes a shite touch and loses it.  Redmond has to dance round a defender before trying to chip the keeper and it’s up and over him and bounces on top of the bar.  Great effort to be fair but we arrive at half time to a round of applause despite not having had a shot on target.  Four and a half games without a goal at home.  Still, I’m sure Claude will sort it with his substitutions and tactical mastery.

We actually start the second half well and with urgency.  Bertrand flashes a ball across from the left and no one is in the box.  From the next move, JWP does the same from the right but there’s no one near enough in the box.  Austin was the only one remotely close on each occasion.  The opposite wide players hadn’t got in, nor had any midfielders, nor had Tadic at 10.

There was the traditional 10 minutes of nothing that everyone who bought a ticket should be refunded for and just as it gets to Claude’s phone alarm goes off to say that it’s 60 minutes gone, time to make two subs, a bomb forward by Butland is controlled by Giraffe on his chest with no challenge.  Away go Stoke and work it out to Cameron on their right.  He stands up a cross to the back post and Stephens has allowed the Giraffe to wander away to the back stick to compete with the 5 foot nothing Cedric for the cross.  Goal.  Pathetic defending, lack of communication, whatever.

Gabbiadini and Boufal are ready to come on to take the place of Austin and one other.  Mercifully it’s Tadic but Claude tinkers and doesn’t allow Boufal to play at 10 – he sticks him on the right wing and goes 4-3-3.  That isn’t going to work and enough people know it for Claude to get his first chorus of ‘you don’t know what you’re doing’.

We have a little spurt with Romeu bundling down the left and crossing.  It’s cleared out to Davis whose shot is well blocked by Butland and then JWP tries and hits the keeper again.  The came the chance we’d been waiting for as a Cedric chip over finds Gabbiadini – the flag stays down and he advances on Butland who slips, gets up and Gabbi’s shot hits him on the foot.  Fuck, no!!!!  It’s a great save to be fair and then Butland proves that it is totally his day as a marvellous turn inside by Boufal works him space and he seems to send Butland the wrong way with his eyes and shoots.  Butland is diving completely the wrong way but it hits his trailing foot and spoons over the bar.  Unreal.

Claude’s final act of the season, 1-0 down at home in a nothing game, is to take of JWP, our best set piece taker and bring on Jeremy Pied, a right back.  He got another louder chorus of ‘You Don’t Know What You’re Doing’ and deservedly so.  There’s still 5 to go but nothing happens and so it’s five games at home with no goals.  Pathetic.

A fitting end to the St Mary's season with another turgid boring performance with zero goals, that shite starting lineup picked by the manager, a shite style of football and some shite substitutions. In addistion today, we had a shite selection of players on the bench.  Once again I'm not saying it's Claude’s fault that Gabbiadini couldn't put the ball in the net when the Stoke keeper was on his arse or that the same stock keeper pulled off a couple of really good saves and a lucky one. All our chances were condensed into about a 10 minute period and for the other 80 we did absolutely fuck all.

Being a striker for us and missing a chance must be like being on a night out when you know there is one train that you can get home and missing that train will leave you completely and utterly fucked because there is another one coming along for about a month. Again we had the issue of just one player in the box when the cross comes over. Again we had the issue of none of the three central midfield players getting into the box. One of the midfield three has to be a goal threat and we just don't have that. JWP and Davis are both neat and tidy midfielders but they are too similar and Claude has completely failed to recognise that in the Premier League home games, you need more of a threat from midfield. It's not just the recent 455 minutes at St Mary's that we haven't scored in, it has been the issue the whole fucking season which has seen 17 goals in 19 home games and about 10 games where we haven't scored. Anyone who thinks that it's good enough it's having a laugh.

Stoke didn't attack much but Jack Stephens and Maya Yoshida wre in the main ok despite a couple of dodgy moments and Oriol Romeu and the full backs did pretty well. Davo and JWP offered very very little and whilst it was good to see Austin back, all his good work was away from the goal. Redmond occasionally sparked and was unlucky with the chip but Tadic, bloody hell.  Gabbiadini made his runs and was a nuisance but when the big chance came he fluffed his lines. Boufal... He needs to be nearer the goal, not picking up the ball with his back to goal on the half way line.

We've finished 8th. What a completely flattering fucking joke that is. What we've done is actually finished top of Division Shit within the Premier League as highlighted by both West Brom and Bournemouth throwing away half time leads today which if maintained, would have dropped us to 10th. The standard of the bottom 13 teams in the Premier League is as bad as it has ever been.  That will be forgotten in a couple of years but not this summer and fans of other clubs will not see the goals scored column and just see 8th and a cup final.  I don't care, Claude has to go.

Negative to the last even in a meaningless game, even after 4 home games without a goal. His last substitution with 10 to go and 1-0 down is to bring in a full back in a like for like swap with our best set piece taker. It is precisely this that makes me think that he will never learn and never address the obvious tactical flaws. He can't bring a second striker on because he hasn't got one on the bench, despite Austin playing his first game in months and never going to play much more than an hour. On the bench he has Hojbjerg and Clasie, two midfielders who play the same position so both not needed and he has Pied who is a right back and Caceres who has 68 caps for Uruguay, mainly at right back so Pied was really not needed. Meanwhile, J-Rod was fit and not selected.  Gabbiadini and Boufal had already gone on for the knackered Austin and the shite Tadic who has been awful pretty much all season. Boufal could have been put right up front but no, shove him wide right for fucks sake.

I had no desire to see the lap of honour and I wasn't alone. Claude seems an alright bloke so I don't want to see him booed by morons but then Steve Wigley and Jan Poortvliet were probably nice guys too.  All Claude had to go today was pick an attacking team and have a go and at least the more fair minded would have appreciated that and gone home relatively happy and maybe with a feeling that he could learn from this season and be more attacking next year.  But no, stubborn and boring and passive until the very end.

Time for the summer. I have a feeling that Southampton FC will be in the news quite a lot.  A bizarre season ends.


                                                                                 

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