Spence slips

I noticed the same. All of our team slip over and the opposition look like they are playing on the best pitch in the world.
 
It's like playing with ten men when Spence is on the pitch. His concentration, positional play and commitment are all scandalous. Watch the goal back and see how long it take Spence to get back and then just how incredibly poor he is when he does.
 
Also systematically passed it backover when given the ball. Last thing you want a right winger to do. Imagine Stuart Ripley doing that in front of the chicken run!
 
Also systematically passed it backover when given the ball. Last thing you want a right winger to do. Imagine Stuart Ripley doing that in front of the chicken run!
Steady on! He actually credits the Chickenrun for his development as a player. He said as a youth player he had unalloyed praise and positivity but once in front of the Chickenrun his failings (such as they were, great player for us) were ruthlessly dissected.
As an aside Anthony Vickers has often equated booing your own team with the Chickenrun of old. That's nonsense, booing is a sawn off shotgun of a weapon, everyone gets a bit. The South Terrace was occupied by ruthless snipers, there was no booing.
 
Steady on! He actually credits the Chickenrun for his development as a player. He said as a youth player he had unalloyed praise and positivity but once in front of the Chickenrun his failings (such as they were, great player for us) were ruthlessly dissected.
As an aside Anthony Vickers has often equated booing your own team with the Chickenrun of old. That's nonsense, booing is a sawn off shotgun of a weapon, everyone gets a bit. The South Terrace was occupied by ruthless snipers, there was no booing.
Think some of the snipers still post on here chickenrunner. It's just their eyes have deteriorated now. :giggle:
 
Think some of the snipers still post on here chickenrunner. It's just their eyes have deteriorated now. :giggle:
They'll be sat with cardigan, pipe and slippers reminiscing about the days when the only drink in the ground was Bovril and the light in the South Stand bogs had the luminosity of a fag end in a jam jar.
 
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