As per usual, this is a discussion area for members relating to the latest match. Will the Reds be able to field a stronger side than of late? Is it time for Aquilani to start, and Gerrard and Torres to return? Personally, I think the Debrecen game might be the perfect time to start the [...]
With that time of year approaching, here are my personal recommendations for stocking fillers, complete with brief reviews.
Despite all the problems this season, the biggest ray of hope remains the chance to see a fully fit strongest XI take to the field.
Only once the majority of players are fit, especially the main men, will we get an idea of where this team is headed, and if the correct balance can be struck.
With less than 90 copies of ‘Red Race: A New Bastion’ left in stock, and wanting to avoid a reprint, this is almost a final chance to order the book.
The idea of The Tomkins Times is to allow me an independent platform to give my thoughts, no matter how short or long. I am under no pressure to meet any external, editorial or commercial pressures.
The following five players are the quintet who I believe to be the brightest prospects at the club, out of those who have yet to make a senior appearance, but who are at an age where a breakthrough in the next year is not impossible.
Incredibly, signing Fernando Torres is now being redefined as a ‘no brainer’, whereas at the time many doubts were voiced and eyebrows raised about a player who was not believed to be a prolific goalscorer, moving to a new country. So even that masterstroke gets downgraded to a decision a monkey could have made. Well, no wonder you can criticise a manager, if you’re making it up as you go along.
A few quick comments on the game – thought we played brilliantly apart from some dodgy moments in the final third, and a slow start after half-time. Having said that, there were also plenty of good moments in the final third. Indeed, the whole game was played there. Chucho the mad pitbull dog fella even [...]
Expecting sense from Paul Merson is like expecting a foreign-language recital of Shakespeare from your dog. You watch and wait, but “it ain’t gonna happen, innit?”. For a second you think it might, then he turns and licks his balls. (The dog, not Merson.)
