I don't think I've ever been so livid with so many people at once, its positively mind numbing. If I couldn't laugh about it I'd have probably upped sticks, taken out Grandpapa's old rifle and gone on a mad killing spree. I'd probably be knighted and given a lifetime supply of fruit pastilles for doing so if this countries ever increasingly PC legal system is anything to go by, but that's another story, and I should probably focus my anger on one thing at a time.

Like Mick and the team. That's two things, but f*ck it, I've no time for semantics. Its difficult to pinpoint exactly why we're 12th in the league at the moment without a win in 9. Actually, its not difficult for anybody except Mick McCarthy to see why Wolves are the steaming turd of the division at present. We've got Wardy putting in one hell of a shift on the left, and Henry is running us ragged on that right hand side. 

Mick's been picking duff starting line-ups based upon favouritism and sheer work ethic since the start of the season, and his tactics (or tactic) of hoof it and hope, bypass the midfield and by all means keep passing on a backwards trajectory if you're going to keep it on the ground, have more than played a part in us being extremely fortunate to reach 3rd and then catapulting down the league quicker than you can say "Mick out". Now I don't want us to give him the boot (though a roundly smack on the back of the head would suffice), but for a man of supposed integrity, he's no half fed us some patronising sh*te over the last few weeks about the fans causing our poor performances. Unless that fat bloke in the South Bank has run onto the pitch, knocked out Wardy and taken over his role on the left hand side, and likewise that shady looking fella with thick glasses has knocked out McCarthy and assumed his role with no one noticing then I see no one else to blame for our ridiculous tactics than Mick. 

I don't buy for a second that none of our players are up to the task, they carried good performances consistently throughout last season, and unless they've had a talentectomy I very much doubt they deserve a cop out.

They're all talk, too, I'm getting f*cking up to here (I'm pointing at my forehead) with the drivel I read after every match from Henry, Seyi, Elliot, or whoever else is being held to ransom by Jez Moxey to spout some menial, unrepentant bullsh*t. "We'll put things right", "we're trying", "we still believe, "we're still only 4 points off the play offs", "perhaps a season in League One will do us good", we've been subjected to a steadily declining shower of spin from the players since the season began and its boring the hell out of me.

For God's sake, July to August was like a 3 hour session of foreplay, telling your old lady how great you are, how you're bigger than King Kong and how you're ready to deliver the old goods and from then on its been a minute of sex, followed by the inevitable apologies and sorry excuses, "I'm still good to go", "we've still got 20 minutes before your husband gets home", "I've had a hard day". I can't relate, of course, Ok, a little, but I'm not a machine for God's sakes. 

What are we going to do, folks? We could always humour Mick and sing throughout the game, couldn't we? That way we could surely disprove Mick's theory that its our fault we're not playing football. Then who would he have to blame? Probably still us for not singing in the right key.

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