Hull City 2 Charlton Athletic 0
Bloody awful again. Start to finish. Hull so much better than us. No one played well, half of them didn’t seem to know where they were playing and I didn’t sense any type of game-plan.
What the hell has happened since the international break, something is clearly not right. We have just two injuries of any note. Yes, they are key centre-halves, but we have one glued to the bench while Bowyer insists on playing a stream of bizarre cocktails of formations and positions.
The only good thing about today was that we might not see Pratley and Watson for a few weeks. Pratley, who I love, was a liability before he got sent off, so was Pearce. The midfield was so short of any inspiration and imagination. Playing the ball sideways across our pedestrian back four, then eventually hoofing it to no one is getting very old.
Washington was quiet, Williams and Smyth made no difference when they arrived, and as for Bogle. I never want to see him in a red shirt again. Up there with one of the worst 45 minutes in a Charlton shirt by a striker.
Bowyer looks to me as if he is clueless of how to change it, and wants to complicate things as opposed to simplify them. He’s very headstrong, but times like these need a clear mind giving basis instructions, and worry just about what you can control. Curbs knows. Ask him Lee. Before Thomas books an unexpected flight.
Rubbish day, rubbish performance and we are in a rut. I really don’t want to rely on the transfer window changing everything, because January is tough and players that will come in will probably not be ready to play instantly, but some turnover may not be a bad thing.
A big few weeks for Lee, he really has not helped himself.
💬: “We’re looking for a centre-half in the window. We need to improve in the final third as well. We have a couple lined up, so we need to get them in quickly.” – Bow
✒️: Drinking During the Game; Albury Addick; Blackheath Addick.