Towards the end of the film, "Mike Bassett - England Manager", the exasperated title character spells out his philosophy of football to a pack of cocky journalists thus, "I play four, four, f**king, two!"
I really hope Mark Cooper sits down to watch this film, and soon, because we are getting nowhere fast with the so-called 4,4,3 formation, which, more often than not reverts to a 4,5,1 formation. The hapless Spencer was left on his own so much today one could be forgiven for thinking he had suspected swine flu.
I think it's fair to say that Mark is of the safety first, second and possible even third persuasion. Today against an ineffectual Luton side we bossed the game for extended periods without threatening too much. Just image if we had played a second striker? Some of Spencer's flick-ons might have actually gone to a player wearing a red shirt!
What is it with our Managers? It is either all-out suicidal attack of Morrell or Gary Johnson, or the sometimes grisly stodge of a Cooper or a Morris.
Just for once I'd like our Manager not to be scared to let his players play to their strengths and, when we have the upper hand, attack the opposition, rather than wait in our half for them to come at us again.
A point against Luton isn't to be sniffed at. But, boy, they were there for the taking today!
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