So the Premier League season has, as you well know, kicked off strongly. You no doubt have been on the edge of your seat following the latest comings and goings, will he or won't he , regarding player transfers. Ronaldo to Real, Ronaldinho to Man City, everybody to Chelsea, the rumours never stop.
In the meantime Fulham, my new almost favourite club, have being quietly going about business rebuilding the team after the disastrous managership of Lawrie Sanchez almost saw them relegated. Current Boss Roy Hodgson is a well travelled and experienced manager who has bought well and from the last game seems to have got the balance of a good side. But in order to avoid fighting for relagation again this season, they don't need to beat the Arsenal's of the league, they need to regularly beat sides like Saturday's opponent Bolton, another who also just avoided been sent down last season. Fulham had recieved bouyant news when star midfielder Jimmy Bullard got a call up to Fabio Capello's England Squad for the World Cup qualifiers that had so rudely delayed my return to the Cottage.
You'll notice, of course, that I'm not patronising you by explaining all rudimentary details, because I know you all will have felt the passion and excitement of the win against Arsenal and thought, talked and dreamed of nothing but football since. Oh, you haven't . . . . my mistake then. Ah, I guess you probably don't care that Fulham best Bolton 2-1 then. And played them off the park in doing so. You couldn't care less about their fluid passing that was wonderous to behold. Don't need to be told that Jimmy run the midfield like a seasoned international to the strains of a chant that declared he was 'better than Steve Gerrard/Frank Lampard (what are the odds that so many great midfielders have rhyming names, not interested?) and come to our corner of the ground to take a free kick and humbly acknowledged the standing ovation his very presence demanded. Not too interested in hearing how Bobby Zamora, a golden child of the Championship Manager series circa 2000, is showing the sort of form that made him a stand out when playing the ultimate Football management simulation at the turn of the century. Non-plussed that new signing Andy Johnson, in his first start for the whites, is looking a complete bargain at 11 million pounds in only his first game since his summer move from Everton, or that Danny Murphy, clearly enjoying the new personal at the club, laid on some exquisite passes that completely opened up the Bolton defense, or Aussie Mark Schwarzer solid and reliable in goal. Ok then, sorry, won't be mentioning any of that. Shame, was a good game, maybe if you were there, no . . . . . . . right, no problem, I'll just go then. But before I do, let me just say
In the meantime Fulham, my new almost favourite club, have being quietly going about business rebuilding the team after the disastrous managership of Lawrie Sanchez almost saw them relegated. Current Boss Roy Hodgson is a well travelled and experienced manager who has bought well and from the last game seems to have got the balance of a good side. But in order to avoid fighting for relagation again this season, they don't need to beat the Arsenal's of the league, they need to regularly beat sides like Saturday's opponent Bolton, another who also just avoided been sent down last season. Fulham had recieved bouyant news when star midfielder Jimmy Bullard got a call up to Fabio Capello's England Squad for the World Cup qualifiers that had so rudely delayed my return to the Cottage.
You'll notice, of course, that I'm not patronising you by explaining all rudimentary details, because I know you all will have felt the passion and excitement of the win against Arsenal and thought, talked and dreamed of nothing but football since. Oh, you haven't . . . . my mistake then. Ah, I guess you probably don't care that Fulham best Bolton 2-1 then. And played them off the park in doing so. You couldn't care less about their fluid passing that was wonderous to behold. Don't need to be told that Jimmy run the midfield like a seasoned international to the strains of a chant that declared he was 'better than Steve Gerrard/Frank Lampard (what are the odds that so many great midfielders have rhyming names, not interested?) and come to our corner of the ground to take a free kick and humbly acknowledged the standing ovation his very presence demanded. Not too interested in hearing how Bobby Zamora, a golden child of the Championship Manager series circa 2000, is showing the sort of form that made him a stand out when playing the ultimate Football management simulation at the turn of the century. Non-plussed that new signing Andy Johnson, in his first start for the whites, is looking a complete bargain at 11 million pounds in only his first game since his summer move from Everton, or that Danny Murphy, clearly enjoying the new personal at the club, laid on some exquisite passes that completely opened up the Bolton defense, or Aussie Mark Schwarzer solid and reliable in goal. Ok then, sorry, won't be mentioning any of that. Shame, was a good game, maybe if you were there, no . . . . . . . right, no problem, I'll just go then. But before I do, let me just say
C'mon You Whites!!!!
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