I was looking forward to NOT hearing the same old Yam Yam refrain of “Yow’ve Nivver Won Flippin Nowt.” or something fairly similar. Instead, even worse, I heard “Yow’m Gooin Down with the Dingles”.
It could only happen to Blues. After the Carling triumph came tales of potential bankruptcy and a display which would have been the case of After the Lord Mayor’s Show if, indeed, the Lord Mayor had been allowed one.
The team, on paper, should have been good enough to beat a modest Baggies side although this shouldn’t take anything away from them. They were well organised and scored a trio of goals including an absolute pearler from James Morrison. Blues were, in fairness, hit by injuries to a clutch of key players who would normally have all been playing…Zigic, Gardner, Ferguson, Jiranek and Larsson.
However, the fact that they were weakened was no real excuse for an insipid performance, although I’m told that this regularly happens to cup winners the game afterward not that I have any real experience in such matters! Mind you not many cup winners are teetering on the edge of a relegation precipice either.
After a mediocre first half, most of us expected our usual second half awakening but thinks went from bad to worse. Mulumbu wanted the ball more than Curtis Davies to open the scoring and Beausejour’s goal only provide some short welcome relief before Morrison’s tremendous strike. In fact Beausejour was one of the bright spots in a blue sea of mediocrity yet he was taken off!
Other than him, Roger Johnson and Stevie Carr, there were some horrible performances, none more so than Curtis Davies who looked as raw a bowl of sushi and was about as inspiring. Zigic never got off the bench because he was apparently injured, so why was he even on the bench because if it was kidology Roy H never bought it.
And the concern must be that next season our obscure destinations may include places like Scunthorpe as well as Smolensk.