Despite winning 5-1, I can’t help but feel we were a little bit fortunate. The first 40 mins we were absolutely dreadful. We really were. It wasn’t until any sending off that we looked remotely threatening. So, although we are comfortably top 6, there is still much work to be done.
Christmas is the time for pantomimes, goodies, baddies all that. Stoke turned up with a silent, paltry support and a hideous game-plan. Worst thing was, we weren’t much better. 4-3-3 was doing no good whatsoever and Mark Hughes’ team of sunday-league thugs took a deserved lead. Then pantomime season really began. To the jeers of a full St.James’ Glen Whealan tried the hard-man act with Cabaye and was duly sent off for a second yellow card. Remy missed a penalty before making up with a deflected equaliser. Mark Hughes led by example, getting himself sent to the stands for being a petulant arsehole, his team followed suit, flying into dispicable challenges for no good reason save for the fact they had another man sent off amd we began to take the piss. Three one up and we took the piss, Ben Arfa could have had two, but for the post. Stoke were a typical, unpleasant Mark Hughes side and we lanced them like a troublesome boil, Shola coming on and breaking up play, Cisse scoring a penalty, one of the many we should have had, Martin Atkinson showing pity to a horrible, petulant Stoke side who belong down in the championship with the mackems. Weirdly, 5-1 didn’t feel like a true score. There were troubling signs in he first half though and if we play like that against Arsenal we have no chance. Boxing day though, I’ll take this over that shite. End of.
Lets not mess about, if they didnt have two sendings off the draw was the best we could have hoped for today. Sissoko didnt know where he was meant to be, Cabaye wasnt in the game, Santon was…well fuck knows where Santon was. However, if you play the dirtiest team in existence you get your rewards!