They're products of the glorified cesspit that is Seagrave, overseen by Teflon Jon himself.
We saw all too vividly today how well that venue has prepared them, both mentally and physically, for the stresses and strains of professional football.
Worse still, the toxicity of the "world-leading training ground" has already afflicted those whom we've taken on loan from Premier clubs to, supposedly, raise the standard.
There is zero chance whatsoever of improvement while Rudkin and his latest puppet are in charge at the club.