After a 6-2 drubbing, it’s debatable whether we should entertain either. However, 2 personal performances deserve a mention.
Firstly, Harry Carlile for a MOM performance which produced the only glimmer of hope in an otherwise pile of shite (I’ve mixed analogies there but so what). Harry provided the “2” and plenty of attacking endeavour, as well as diverting his own journey in to collect Charlie – who we can now go on to…
Henri Leconte this week provided another clear “winner” in Charlie. Following Albion traditions of old, Charlie turned up 3 minutes before kick-off looking like he’d spent the night out with Shane McGowan. Apparently he’d drank a “dodgy pint”, at the “bowling”. I can only assume this is modern day slang for getting absolutely paralytic down the boozer.
Pulled at half time, “Chaz” later attempted to redeem himself by getting “straight back on it”. By drinking a pint of Pimms and mixed fruit.
The returning Slater screamed louder than a banshee.
