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This lot couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag. I’m dreading next season in League One. We’ll get torn to ****ing shreds.

Hamza for Ricky. 86 minutes on the clock. What on earth are we doing?

Lovely floated cross to Row X by Winksy there.

More suicidal defending. Why do we insist on fannying about passing amongst ourselves in our own ****ing box?

Ha. “A reminder that Swansea haven’t won away at Leicester in the league since 1950”. The doctor will see you now.

Ten minutes, still plenty of time… … for Swansea to pile on the humiliation.

That cross in needed a Huth or a Maguire.

Nothing. At ease, boys.

Ooooh, a corner! Let’s see what we can do!

Daka now off for Monga. So we weren’t going two up top, we just fannied about with our subs. Back to the same old shit that doesn’t work.

Monga and James getting 20 minutes to save us from relegation. Or at least postpone it for a week.

Jordan Ayew there on our goal line. Clearly brought on to add a bit of stability to our defence.

Fatawu there absolutely convinced he’s the only player who is going to score so tries to do it all himself again.

That’s being generous. I was thinking room temperature. In Siberia. In January. The windows were left open all winter.

Right then lads, we’re up against it. So Gary; what’s the answer this week? Do we chuck more people forward? Change formation a bit? Or do we stick with the formation, do some straight swaps. Another slice of Ayew in place of Daka? Maybe get Bobby Reid on for Fatawu?

Utter ****ing disgrace. To concede from a free kick basically on THEIR TOUCHLINE. There’s some “you’re not fit to wear the shirt chants”. Fans at the ground must be reading this thread.

What. The. Actual. ****.

Emphasis on broke.

Back to back relegation on current trajectory.

“Experience”

I mean… it was never truly going in. A goal from a corner? Right before half time? Pull the other one.

Skipp saved on the line.

I thought our free kicks were shit.

Proper strikers tackle, that one.

Good grief. This is starting to have that “one of those days” feel about it. Ball breaks kindly to Fatawu, shoots wide.