Rovers Return With Nowt
By thunder. I think we’re onto something here. Three wins on the bounce and suddenly we find ourselves making waves in the form book at just the right time. Whispers of an April death march can be put on hold for the moment; right now it’s Tottenham holding onto the elite’s coat-tails for all they’re worth, and- despite a few face reddening wobbles along the way- don’t look to be leaving the party anytime soon. Until next weekend, at the very least. We’ve hit another purple patch, dear reader, and we couldn’t have scheduled it better.
But what of Blackburn? Well, Sam’s rabble certainly didn’t make it straight forward- nor did the comedy stylings of Howard Webb- but in the end, the gritty Lancastrians found it difficult to keep up. Some, one would concede, more than others. Did anyone see Michel Salgado in the Spanish Football studio last night? He didn’t move much, did he? I know it’s not really essential for pundits to do their job quivering with wild abandon- ask Mark Lawrenson- but he looked like a man who needed a good lie down. Gareth Bale’s dazzling showcase on Saturday probably pushed the man’s retirement forward a good couple of weeks. I would’ve suggested taking a swing at him- but he never once got close.
What an exciting prospect that boy is.
Super Roman Pavlyuchenko. Some would have you believe his recent upturn in fortunes is at the cost of getting him a good spot in the summer shop window. He’s playing for a move, and, more than willing to cash-in as best he can on the want-away striker, Harry’s letting him do so. The goals have merely come as a pleasant windfall in an otherwise dastardly scheme to get shot of him. Here’s hoping there’s no truth in such talk. Who knows what Redknapp’s got planned for the Russian in the warmer months; maybe he’s not sure himself. All I can say is: when you see him twonking them goalward week in week out- clearly off his happy tits at the thought of doing so- you can’t imagine why he’d want him gone. I think it’s time our head honcho made his intentions clear. It would be a crime to let the man wander off into the sunset at the first hint of an offer.
A strange thought, but both Bale and Pavlyuchenko could be playing for Birmingham right now, had we allowed our first impressions to get the better of us. Doesn’t bare thinking about.
Anyway, on we go. Nine games left and we’re firmly in the mix-up, as we have been all season. Recent stumbles from all those around us have ignited yet more hope; here’s wishing Portsmouth do us another favour tonight and complete an unlikely double over Liverpool.
Thrilling times we live in.