There is only one reason Chelsea is doing so well since my last (admittedly pessimistic) blog entry. Over Christmas there is a Polish tradition when fileting fish to keep some of the scales for luck. This was done and the carp that we prepared had this part of its anatomy attached to a Chelsea ticket stub, dried and kept safely on a shelf in the house. Since this was done on Christmas Eve we have won six games on the trot.
Yesterday was strange. It was the first time that I did not feel scared of facing Man Utd when reading their team sheet and genuinely believed a thrashing would be on the cards. We also helped Samuel Eto’o grab his hat-trick by quizzing why Torres had not started. Jose Mourinho has yet again showed us that when it comes to tactics and decision making we should steer clear and instead sing songs backing our team and reminding Manchester United how much the Glazers have been the real reason behind their recent success.
It was a strange reaction to the goals too – a win was almost expected and one did not feel that usual release of tension that you do when you score against the Mancs. Even when the third goal went in the stands seemed incredulous at the ease of the impending victory. However, until Eto’o opened the scoring with a fantastic, curling left footed shot the visitors were superior – Chelsea opened play almost as if they too felt that it would be a walk in the park.
Once Mikel came on and we looked to finish with two defensive midfielders you knew the game was a dead rubber. And apart from Eto’os individual brilliance there was no one who particularly stood out. It was a solid team effort.
Is this the beginning of the end of Manchester United? You can almost feel the reluctance of anyone to say so with the usual clichés doing the rounds claiming that it is always dangerous to write them off etcetc… but you look at their side yesterday and without Rooney and RVP it is hard to see where the creativity or individual brilliance will come from. It is still a name that will attract young blood but at the moment the game is driven by money and they need to invest quite heavily – especially with no youngsters coming through their ranks.
So another lesson learnt – never go against the messiah that is Mourinho. Manchester City is a formidable force for now and towards the end of the season it will most probably be a fight between us and them. Although I reluctantly admit that Wenger has done an amazing job for Arsenal for them to still be top of the league, you do feel that squad-wise they are slightly inferior. Six wins on the spin… Manchester City away is crucial. Please forgive me Jose for having momentarily lost my faith.
Monday, 20 January 2014
Sunday, 15 December 2013
Chelsea 2 Palace 1
Performances like this are simply astoundingly poor considering the alleged talent we have on display. The MotD experts will probably argue that we played average and still won while remaining a few points off the top. However, some of the unforced errors (apologies for the Yankification of this blog) where simple passes go astray, tackles are missed and chances wasted are so basic that it makes one wonder if this marks a general end to football. During the first ten minutes there was at least one mistake every minute under little or no pressure.
The tinkering of the side to represent some kind of Brazilian 1970 dream team is not going to happen and as reluctantly as it hurts to say it you have to look at sides such as Liverpool and Everton (and to some extent Arsenal) to see how you build sides for the long-term. To have home fans booing even before full-time... and when you are leading a match more or less sums up our club at present.
Mourinho does take a lot of stick for this and perhaps you could argue this is a side that he has not had time to build yet. Some of his comments again this week seem odd - saying that mannequins used on the pitch during training could score for us... it is difficult to understand how this kind of reverse psychology can work positively on our team.
We are playing Arsenal at a good time and knowing our side we will probably play out of our skins against the better opposition... but this is not what we want to see in the long-term. Give youngsters a chance. Take a couple of steps backwards in order to progress. Instant success is not what our club needs right now. There is something missing in the heart of the side and perhaps in football in general. The omens are there for a big blowup not only at Stamford Bridge but several other big spenders. And again... the upside is that if I am wrong then at least some positives will come of it.
The tinkering of the side to represent some kind of Brazilian 1970 dream team is not going to happen and as reluctantly as it hurts to say it you have to look at sides such as Liverpool and Everton (and to some extent Arsenal) to see how you build sides for the long-term. To have home fans booing even before full-time... and when you are leading a match more or less sums up our club at present.
Mourinho does take a lot of stick for this and perhaps you could argue this is a side that he has not had time to build yet. Some of his comments again this week seem odd - saying that mannequins used on the pitch during training could score for us... it is difficult to understand how this kind of reverse psychology can work positively on our team.
We are playing Arsenal at a good time and knowing our side we will probably play out of our skins against the better opposition... but this is not what we want to see in the long-term. Give youngsters a chance. Take a couple of steps backwards in order to progress. Instant success is not what our club needs right now. There is something missing in the heart of the side and perhaps in football in general. The omens are there for a big blowup not only at Stamford Bridge but several other big spenders. And again... the upside is that if I am wrong then at least some positives will come of it.
Tuesday, 3 December 2013
West Basle Hampton
Basle is a beautiful city and it was with this in mind that my brain thought perhaps something poetic could be written about the match out there. Instead, for the second time this season I left the stadium early on in the second half. Usually I am that football purist who scolds those who do not stay until the bitter end but the performance was so deplorable, the atmosphere so dire and the temperature so cold that I simply felt no desire to stay. On the way back to the hotel I stopped at a bar with five minutes of the game left only to witness the opposition score while sipping my final beer.
The game against Southampton had a different tone to it. An odd 4.10pm kick-off but one that followed a lovely curry and chat with my father and some friends from Stockholm - AIK fans but here to watch what was set to be a good match. We sat down in our seats in the West Upper and as we approached kick-off I loudly said, “I have a good feeling about this game”. Then twenty seconds in we are losing 1-0 and yet again I wonder if my footballing knowledge is even lower than that of the average Arsenal fan.
There are lies, damned lies and statistics. The Basle game reflected the balance of the game perfectly – we had no shots on target and deserved to lose. But there was something different about the game against Southampton. The performance in the first half – the drive and determination – was simply excellent despite only yielding one shot on target. Yes – even Torres resembled that man we want him to be. JT's header was sublime and it was good to see even Ba get on the scoresheet.
Much has been said about Essien and although the bison will always be a Chelsea legend it was odd to see him play against a side that has had so many results go their way this season. It was sad to see him substituted but the second half performance was even better and Southampton fell apart.
A mixed week for Chelsea. We have been a side that has had some luck and at Upton Park up until a silly back pass there was not much to choose between the teams. Let’s hope Mourinho galvanises the side because there is not much consistency and unlike at Basle airport there are not three different countries one can easily enter should one get stuck on choices.
The game against Southampton had a different tone to it. An odd 4.10pm kick-off but one that followed a lovely curry and chat with my father and some friends from Stockholm - AIK fans but here to watch what was set to be a good match. We sat down in our seats in the West Upper and as we approached kick-off I loudly said, “I have a good feeling about this game”. Then twenty seconds in we are losing 1-0 and yet again I wonder if my footballing knowledge is even lower than that of the average Arsenal fan.
There are lies, damned lies and statistics. The Basle game reflected the balance of the game perfectly – we had no shots on target and deserved to lose. But there was something different about the game against Southampton. The performance in the first half – the drive and determination – was simply excellent despite only yielding one shot on target. Yes – even Torres resembled that man we want him to be. JT's header was sublime and it was good to see even Ba get on the scoresheet.
Much has been said about Essien and although the bison will always be a Chelsea legend it was odd to see him play against a side that has had so many results go their way this season. It was sad to see him substituted but the second half performance was even better and Southampton fell apart.
A mixed week for Chelsea. We have been a side that has had some luck and at Upton Park up until a silly back pass there was not much to choose between the teams. Let’s hope Mourinho galvanises the side because there is not much consistency and unlike at Basle airport there are not three different countries one can easily enter should one get stuck on choices.
Saturday, 9 November 2013
Chelsea 2 WBA 2
There are days like today where you try to figure out whether you truly understand the team and sport you love or not. This was a side that barely a fornight ago seemed to gel so wonderfully. A midfield where pretty passes and wonderful skill led to concrete chances on goal. A solid defence. In Manchester City beating a team fair and square that on paper should have been far superior. Against Arsenal playing your second string and still looking a division above.
The last week has changed all this and suddenly those lucky goals and refereeing decisions are occurring a little too often. Those days where conspiracy theories that the world was against us because many saw Chelsea as the equivalent of Millwall being in the Champions League are being unwound. If Eto'os posterior had not helped us score a goal against Schalke this blog could be fairly suicidal.
It is also difficult to point out who exactly is to blame. For me, Mourinho has been the closest thing to a Messiah when it has come to footballing management. A person who seemed to manage to deflect attention away from the team when things were not going well on the pitch but who now is making some odd choices... almost as if they were not his own. This is where danger creeps in - when you do not follow your own instinct from experience but instead prefer to believe you are doing the right thing in the eyes of those above you. And our Messiah's God is Russian and impatient.
Up until Eto'o'o's strike it was hard to remember a clearcut chance on goal. The excuses were already building in our minds. A mid-table but solid side was coming to Stamford Bridge and put players behind the ball in order to catch us on the break. Willian was a welcome signing for me but now has given me flashbacks to Robert Fleck. A winger who seems to meander around the pitch and today found it difficult to beat the first man with any cross. Lampard was anonymous but when Mourinho made changes to the side he was missed. And as a large minority of fans will probably resent admitting, balance was only restored when Mikel joined the pitch to complement Mata.
To be fair to WBA their naivete came back to haunt them. With minutes to spare, they decided to attack and score instead of doing the tactics the "big" sides are renowned for - holding the ball in the corner! From the resulting attack where they tried to score when Cech was a mile off his line Chelsea counter attacked and how Ramires won that penalty I will never know. Probably MotD will find an angle that defends us but lucky is the most conservative way to describe our draw today.
Mourinho has inherited this squad but at times we appear to lack my favourite thing - natural wingers as we had in Duff and Robben when he was our coach first time round. Ivanovic and Azpilicueta were solid but that is the best thing one can say about today's performance.
The only thing to have really got me out of my seat was Ivanovic being booked for trying to bring the ball back to the centre circle after Hazard's brilliantly taken penalty - almost as strange as the break in play earlier on this week for a football boot leaving the sole of a player.
Following the Manchester City game we appeared to have on paper a simple run of games. The sportsman in me would like to think that at least results like today show that the Premier League is more of a level playing field than we thought but 21 points from a possible 33 is a woeful return. Should Arsenal win tomorrow then they will have 28 from 33. Let's pray for a draw and 22 red cards.
Inconsistency is our only consistency this season and the excitement that many of our new tourist fans are looking for has appeared in ways that genuine fans would not wish for. West Ham away then Basle... and suddenly Southampton at home is a fixture I fear. What has the Chelsea world come to?
The last week has changed all this and suddenly those lucky goals and refereeing decisions are occurring a little too often. Those days where conspiracy theories that the world was against us because many saw Chelsea as the equivalent of Millwall being in the Champions League are being unwound. If Eto'os posterior had not helped us score a goal against Schalke this blog could be fairly suicidal.
It is also difficult to point out who exactly is to blame. For me, Mourinho has been the closest thing to a Messiah when it has come to footballing management. A person who seemed to manage to deflect attention away from the team when things were not going well on the pitch but who now is making some odd choices... almost as if they were not his own. This is where danger creeps in - when you do not follow your own instinct from experience but instead prefer to believe you are doing the right thing in the eyes of those above you. And our Messiah's God is Russian and impatient.
Up until Eto'o'o's strike it was hard to remember a clearcut chance on goal. The excuses were already building in our minds. A mid-table but solid side was coming to Stamford Bridge and put players behind the ball in order to catch us on the break. Willian was a welcome signing for me but now has given me flashbacks to Robert Fleck. A winger who seems to meander around the pitch and today found it difficult to beat the first man with any cross. Lampard was anonymous but when Mourinho made changes to the side he was missed. And as a large minority of fans will probably resent admitting, balance was only restored when Mikel joined the pitch to complement Mata.
To be fair to WBA their naivete came back to haunt them. With minutes to spare, they decided to attack and score instead of doing the tactics the "big" sides are renowned for - holding the ball in the corner! From the resulting attack where they tried to score when Cech was a mile off his line Chelsea counter attacked and how Ramires won that penalty I will never know. Probably MotD will find an angle that defends us but lucky is the most conservative way to describe our draw today.
Mourinho has inherited this squad but at times we appear to lack my favourite thing - natural wingers as we had in Duff and Robben when he was our coach first time round. Ivanovic and Azpilicueta were solid but that is the best thing one can say about today's performance.
The only thing to have really got me out of my seat was Ivanovic being booked for trying to bring the ball back to the centre circle after Hazard's brilliantly taken penalty - almost as strange as the break in play earlier on this week for a football boot leaving the sole of a player.
Following the Manchester City game we appeared to have on paper a simple run of games. The sportsman in me would like to think that at least results like today show that the Premier League is more of a level playing field than we thought but 21 points from a possible 33 is a woeful return. Should Arsenal win tomorrow then they will have 28 from 33. Let's pray for a draw and 22 red cards.
Inconsistency is our only consistency this season and the excitement that many of our new tourist fans are looking for has appeared in ways that genuine fans would not wish for. West Ham away then Basle... and suddenly Southampton at home is a fixture I fear. What has the Chelsea world come to?
Monday, 28 October 2013
Chelsea 2 Man City 1
Yesterday was a huge result for Chelsea. We played against a side that had a large minority of team members who many of us would gladly have had in our squad and yet we still came out as victors. It is not often that one can really respect opposition in our league but players such as Aguero, Silva and Toure are simply terrific.
But back to the club that I actually love and support. Oh my word, has Torres changed in a fortnight. Has the demotion of Mata given our number nine the kick up the posterior that he needed? No longer do we see the moody outbursts (ok – just not as many as usual) nor the head down when the ball does not land perfectly at his feet. The speed and skill on display are exactly what we remember our striker displaying when he played against us for Liverpool and it has been a long time coming. The way he brushed Clichy away with his pace was astonishing and for once we were singing Torres’ name with genuine belief – no sarcasm, not out of prayer… just simply rewarding a breath-taking performance.
The skill on display yesterday was astonishing from every player. The standouts were Ivanovic, Terry and Ramires while Cech always seemed to be in the right place when City threatened to score. Admittedly for the first fifteen minutes the visitors dominated but encouraging signs began to develop and for the rest of the half including the goal it was all Chelsea. Manchester City were the better team again for the first period of the second half and there was simply nothing we could have done for Aguero’s goal. A brilliant finish.
It appeared both sides were going to settle for a point. Mikel came on, Lampard came off. Schurrle off, Willian on. Then, just after the usual numbskulls began to leave ten minutes from the end something changed. Eto’o was brought on – was the apparent defensive tactic twenty minutes earlier from Jose simply a spoof? We had that stroke of luck that has been missing – a wayward backpass intercepted by Torres. Despite our worries during that split second that he had the ball at his feet he still managed to bury it in the net. Cue the most I have celebrated a Chelsea goal in a long while.
Manchester City is a club that I feel some association with. Both our clubs play in similar colours; we have always been in the shadow of our rivals; we have similar senses of humour; at our most successful the media still tries to tarnish our image. But the similarities end there. The difference between our clubs is that Chelsea were already successful before Roman injected his fortune in our club. There was some heart and soul there on the pitch. Without trying to be personal it does not feel the same at City despite the talent they have and whenever I have been to their new stadium the atmosphere does not feel quite right either... one could argue something similar with Real Madrid which seems to sign players purely for shirt sales rather than for building a team.
Things are beginning to gel and this is the best feeling I have had in my bones for a long while. Upcoming league fixtures are not that terrifying. Come on Chelsea and come on Jose... tomorrow's match at Arsenal is one that we should really be looking forward to and a win for the team in blue could cause some real psychological damage on Wenger's side.
But back to the club that I actually love and support. Oh my word, has Torres changed in a fortnight. Has the demotion of Mata given our number nine the kick up the posterior that he needed? No longer do we see the moody outbursts (ok – just not as many as usual) nor the head down when the ball does not land perfectly at his feet. The speed and skill on display are exactly what we remember our striker displaying when he played against us for Liverpool and it has been a long time coming. The way he brushed Clichy away with his pace was astonishing and for once we were singing Torres’ name with genuine belief – no sarcasm, not out of prayer… just simply rewarding a breath-taking performance.
The skill on display yesterday was astonishing from every player. The standouts were Ivanovic, Terry and Ramires while Cech always seemed to be in the right place when City threatened to score. Admittedly for the first fifteen minutes the visitors dominated but encouraging signs began to develop and for the rest of the half including the goal it was all Chelsea. Manchester City were the better team again for the first period of the second half and there was simply nothing we could have done for Aguero’s goal. A brilliant finish.
It appeared both sides were going to settle for a point. Mikel came on, Lampard came off. Schurrle off, Willian on. Then, just after the usual numbskulls began to leave ten minutes from the end something changed. Eto’o was brought on – was the apparent defensive tactic twenty minutes earlier from Jose simply a spoof? We had that stroke of luck that has been missing – a wayward backpass intercepted by Torres. Despite our worries during that split second that he had the ball at his feet he still managed to bury it in the net. Cue the most I have celebrated a Chelsea goal in a long while.
Manchester City is a club that I feel some association with. Both our clubs play in similar colours; we have always been in the shadow of our rivals; we have similar senses of humour; at our most successful the media still tries to tarnish our image. But the similarities end there. The difference between our clubs is that Chelsea were already successful before Roman injected his fortune in our club. There was some heart and soul there on the pitch. Without trying to be personal it does not feel the same at City despite the talent they have and whenever I have been to their new stadium the atmosphere does not feel quite right either... one could argue something similar with Real Madrid which seems to sign players purely for shirt sales rather than for building a team.
Things are beginning to gel and this is the best feeling I have had in my bones for a long while. Upcoming league fixtures are not that terrifying. Come on Chelsea and come on Jose... tomorrow's match at Arsenal is one that we should really be looking forward to and a win for the team in blue could cause some real psychological damage on Wenger's side.
Thursday, 19 September 2013
Chelsea 1 Basiiil 2
The honeymoon period lasted for less time than even the most pessimistic Chelsea fan predicted. The booing has already started with the season barely a month old. The media has already begun its mocking of our beloved Jose as his wonderful analogy of comparing our players to young eggs comes back to haunt him. Something has changed and you hope that last night’s match does not symbolise the wilting away of our club from being one of the world’s top sides.
It was worrying to see Jose already taking risks at such an early stage. FCB (as their fans like to call themselves) equalised but there was no need to panic – a home draw is not the end of the world with five more games in the group. But to put on another striker in Ba while adding Mikel in defensive midfield was like ordering a full fat flapjack but adding a skinny decaff latte to balance things up. The team looked out of sorts even before the substitutions in pursuit of a victory were made.
Mourinho was correct in his assessment when he spoke of the immaturity of the side. Players such as Luiz and Hazard flattered to deceive - trying the odd trick here and there but adding nothing concrete to the team. We looked vulnerable in defence and we seem to have a new rotation policy where it feels we almost have to give players a chance to play for the sake of it. That is what happens when you have 23 midfielders too many.
Initial thoughts are that you do wonder how exactly this side has improved in comparison to last season. Fulham at home now looks a test and it will be interesting if our manager plays a full strength side. There were positives to the game – Oscar impressed and Willian showed the sharp touches and moves that first attracted him to our club.
The biggest worry again was up front. Eto’o did get into some promising positions on the field but seemed to only own one strong foot. Again, this team has promise for the future but you wonder if the lack of patience from our owner has fed down to poor decision making on the pitch. When looking at the fixture list today every game we have coming up looks like hard work following this tepid start.
It was worrying to see Jose already taking risks at such an early stage. FCB (as their fans like to call themselves) equalised but there was no need to panic – a home draw is not the end of the world with five more games in the group. But to put on another striker in Ba while adding Mikel in defensive midfield was like ordering a full fat flapjack but adding a skinny decaff latte to balance things up. The team looked out of sorts even before the substitutions in pursuit of a victory were made.
Mourinho was correct in his assessment when he spoke of the immaturity of the side. Players such as Luiz and Hazard flattered to deceive - trying the odd trick here and there but adding nothing concrete to the team. We looked vulnerable in defence and we seem to have a new rotation policy where it feels we almost have to give players a chance to play for the sake of it. That is what happens when you have 23 midfielders too many.
Initial thoughts are that you do wonder how exactly this side has improved in comparison to last season. Fulham at home now looks a test and it will be interesting if our manager plays a full strength side. There were positives to the game – Oscar impressed and Willian showed the sharp touches and moves that first attracted him to our club.
The biggest worry again was up front. Eto’o did get into some promising positions on the field but seemed to only own one strong foot. Again, this team has promise for the future but you wonder if the lack of patience from our owner has fed down to poor decision making on the pitch. When looking at the fixture list today every game we have coming up looks like hard work following this tepid start.
Monday, 16 September 2013
Everton 1 Chelsea 0
Strange day, strange game. Chelsea dominated and had many chances on goal. Flashbacks to Jose’s final game during his first stint at Chelsea rose to the fore. Oh, to have someone who could finish. This could be the story of our season. Quite why we let Lukaku go out on loan (of course, to Everton) is bizarre. He may still be 20 but Chelsea fans tend to back youngsters and give them the benefit of the doubt.
When it comes to Eto’o it is hard to remember any player who decides to play in an inferior league for money and then return to a better level and succeed. We might as well have brought Drogba back. I shall gladly eat my words if I am wrong but this feels more like a transfer to increase shirt sales rather than one to help build our side. We need to take some risks up front and even if someone like Lukaku does not score 20+ this season we know we have the strength in midfield to hit the back of the net. He could be the big, skilful guy who draws defenders away and allows the rest of the team to thrive.
We played in an attacking fashion during the first half and it was exactly the formation I like that we began with. We looked dangerous on the break and Schurrle appeared menacing. Mata and Hazard in midfield excited me. Having Mikel as the defensive midfield added balance to the side. Oscar should have won a penalty or at the very least a free kick outside of the box when he came on.
Then comes the dilemma for me when it comes to Chelsea’s defence. It is when Luiz is involved. Although a player who excites he is also one who frightens when he goes into attack and forgets his defensive duties. If there is feng shui in a football team then he spoils it for me. Despite my feelings it was not his fault we lost the match – more blame should be placed on our attack.
Mourinho was correct in his assessment that if you do not take your chances you cannot win games. It was under his initial stewardship that we became known as the side that managed to grind out victories against those who chose to defend rather than attack. His substitutions late on in the game were punchy to say the least – replacing Ashley Cole (who again was lacklustre) with Torres (who again was lacklustre) opened up the game to counterattacking football. If there is an area of the side where regular play is the most important when it comes to confidence then striker is probably it.
Chelsea should have gone into the second half at least two goals to the good. Unfortunately as the game opened up we were left to resorting to fouls and were lucky to finish with ten men.
Everton is a team that I find hard to begrudge. It is a stadium where I spent my first away game outside of London in the late 80s and saw Chelsea go top of the league with a 1-0 win before we collapsed in the league. It is a club that has no billionaire backing but has always given top flight sides a run for their money with little reward. If it had been another side that had beaten us in this fashion then my feelings may have been rather less philosophical. It is early on in the season and still some bedding in is required for new players so there is no need to panic - but up front we do not appear to possess that target man who will frighten opposition sides for now.
When it comes to Eto’o it is hard to remember any player who decides to play in an inferior league for money and then return to a better level and succeed. We might as well have brought Drogba back. I shall gladly eat my words if I am wrong but this feels more like a transfer to increase shirt sales rather than one to help build our side. We need to take some risks up front and even if someone like Lukaku does not score 20+ this season we know we have the strength in midfield to hit the back of the net. He could be the big, skilful guy who draws defenders away and allows the rest of the team to thrive.
We played in an attacking fashion during the first half and it was exactly the formation I like that we began with. We looked dangerous on the break and Schurrle appeared menacing. Mata and Hazard in midfield excited me. Having Mikel as the defensive midfield added balance to the side. Oscar should have won a penalty or at the very least a free kick outside of the box when he came on.
Then comes the dilemma for me when it comes to Chelsea’s defence. It is when Luiz is involved. Although a player who excites he is also one who frightens when he goes into attack and forgets his defensive duties. If there is feng shui in a football team then he spoils it for me. Despite my feelings it was not his fault we lost the match – more blame should be placed on our attack.
Mourinho was correct in his assessment that if you do not take your chances you cannot win games. It was under his initial stewardship that we became known as the side that managed to grind out victories against those who chose to defend rather than attack. His substitutions late on in the game were punchy to say the least – replacing Ashley Cole (who again was lacklustre) with Torres (who again was lacklustre) opened up the game to counterattacking football. If there is an area of the side where regular play is the most important when it comes to confidence then striker is probably it.
Chelsea should have gone into the second half at least two goals to the good. Unfortunately as the game opened up we were left to resorting to fouls and were lucky to finish with ten men.
Everton is a team that I find hard to begrudge. It is a stadium where I spent my first away game outside of London in the late 80s and saw Chelsea go top of the league with a 1-0 win before we collapsed in the league. It is a club that has no billionaire backing but has always given top flight sides a run for their money with little reward. If it had been another side that had beaten us in this fashion then my feelings may have been rather less philosophical. It is early on in the season and still some bedding in is required for new players so there is no need to panic - but up front we do not appear to possess that target man who will frighten opposition sides for now.
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