Burnley Post Match grumbles

[BigGibbo]

Well it sounds like had a lucky escape in not being able to make it today.

[davieG]

Today was quite honestly appaling.

From what I can remember there was only one chance that I thought we were going to score from.

When you play distinctly average teams like Burnley you should be expecting to come away from the game with something, or at least create a few good chances.

It was a typical Leicester performance that we've all become to familiar with over the past few seasons.

We're not even a distinctly average team.

[Flynny]

It was basically the first half against Stoke without the rallying in the second half.

[PAULCFC]

Highlight of the day, I caught Gareth McAuley's signed ball he kicked into the crowd pre match

As for the match, I spend most of it trying (hoping) to figure out if Tigana was sat up with Milan.

Similar afternoon to me then,i caught paddy k's ball.

[cjb0780]

Burnley played well. They got 10 men behind the ball and were well organised. We never showed any desire or ability to break them down. We kept stroking the ball about among our defenders. We never looked like scoring. We have got to abandon the five at the back at home.

[DanTheFoxBhoy]

****s sake.

[Flynny]

****s sake.

As good a summary as any.

[Simi]

Awful game, awful atmosphere awful day

What

?!?!

Atmosphere was classic,

could of being anfield.

[Neil982]

They just didn't seem hungry for it.

[lcfc_jme]

What

?!?!

Atmosphere was classic,

could of being anfield.

I think it did resemble Anfield today. Not a bad spot for somebody who's a little worse for wear

[Leicester_Mad]

says it all when my dad who hasn't missed a home game (unless work meant otherwise) for about 20+ years didn't even bother going down today as he knew what was going to happe

[Scow]

I can't think of any clear-cut chance we created.

We were wank - what pisses me off more than anything is that we lost against fookin' Burnley again.

I honestly thought that the Stoke home game couldn't be beaten for shiteness, but today has fooked that up good and proper.

[Bert]

Well done to Burnley. They were better than us (As much as how poor we were) and deserved the three points.

[Ultra]

Well done to Burnley. They were better than us (As much as how poor we were) and deserved the three points.

Only because we made them look like AC M****n!

Where's Big Gibbo? I didn't see too much of the quality yesterday that is supposedly prevalent throughout our league..

[Bert]

Only because we made them look like AC M****n!

Where's Big Gibbo? I didn't see too much of the quality yesterday that is supposedly prevalent throughout our league..

Yous ee the bit in brackets, i was edging towards that!!!

[Thracian]

It is just gone midnight. My lovely wife has welcomed me home five hours late with a smile, a kiss and a stew. Tears have been streaming down my face for 15 minutes. My wife understands yet in another way she doesn't.

I tell her she doesn't understand. She takes me in her arms. I'm feeling guilty. It's a sodding football match for pity's sake. But my wife does understand. She's a champion. Always has been. She knows EXACTLY how I feel. Deflated, ashamed, disenchanted. "Don't go again," she says, but she knows it's hopeless.

I love my club. Not any players, not any chairman, not any administrator, just my club.

And I despair at what my club's become. The lack of love, the lack of energy, the lack of anyone really caring

I asked Ultra. Should I apply for he job? He was kind and sidestepped the issue seeing how pissed I was and knowing what an irrelevance I am. But the pain, the despair wouldn't abate.

Leicester City played 4-5-1 at home for God's sake. It was like being raped in public.

People I thought cared about Leicester City insulted us.

I hope they have the courage to fook off from football tomorrow morning. I hope they are never seen again. Gerry Taggart - ex-Leicester City. I used to celebrate the name. But that was a sodding disgrace.

Indefensible. Go home to Ireland and take Burrows with you. No team of mine could ever play that badly, could ever insult the name of Leicester City so readily nor could ever make a mockery of the word football with such emphasis.

You were a good footballer Gerry. 100% despite your limitations. I loved you.

Unlike Burrows I counted you as Leicester City. As family. But today you dragged my club through mud. I will never, ever, forgive you for that. Or that arsehole who stood by your side.

Sod off. Get a job at Woolworths. I really don't care. It wasn't losing that mattered. It was the way we lost. We put two fingers up to ourselves, our traditions, at the word football and at our fans.

I could never get your job. But I could never, ever preside over that sort of shit.

[Bert]

It is just gone midnight. My lovely wife has welcomed me home five hours late with a smile, a kiss and a stew. Tears have been streaming down my face for 15 minutes. My wife understands yet in another way she doesn't. Don't go again, she says.

Who can blame her. She's right. I tell her she doesn't understand. She takes me in her arms. I'm feeling guilty. It's a sodding football match for pity's sake. But my wife understands. She's a champion. Always has been. She knows EXACTLY how I feel. Deflated, ashamed, disenchanted. "Don't go again," she says, but she knows it's hopeless.

I love my club. Not any players, not any chairman, not any administrrator, just my club.

And I despair at what my club's become. The lack of love, the lack of energy, the lack of anyone really caring

I asked Ultra. Should I apply for he job? He was kind and sidestepped the issue seeing how pissed I was and knowing what a willy puller I am. But the pain, the despair wouldn't abate.

Leicester City played 4-5-1 at home for God's sake. It was like being raped in public.

People I thought cared about Leicester City insulted us.

I hope they have the courage to fook off from football tomorrow morning. I hope they are never seen again. Gerry Taggart - ex-Leicester City. I spit on his name. That was a sodding disgrace.

If he wants to respond to that insult he can have a free punch in the morning. I don't give a shit. Go home to Ireland and take Burrows with you. No team of mine could ever play that badly, could ever insult the name of Leicester City so readily nor could ever make a mockery of the word football and keep such a straight face.

You were a good footballer Gerry. 100% despite your limitations. I loved you.

But today you dragged my club through mud. I will never, ever, forgive you for that. Or that arsehole who stood by your side.

Sod off. Get a job at Woolworths. I really don't care. It wasn't losing that mattered. It was the way we lost. We put two fingers up to ourselves, our traditions at the wrod football and at our fans.

I could never get your job. But I could never, ever preside over that sort of shit.

Awesome Post.

[lcfc_jme]

It is just gone midnight. My lovely wife has welcomed me home five hours late with a smile, a kiss and a stew. Tears have been streaming down my face for 15 minutes. My wife understands yet in another way she doesn't. Don't go again, she says.

Who can blame her. She's right. I tell her she doesn't understand. She takes me in her arms. I'm feeling guilty. It's a sodding football match for pity's sake. But my wife understands. She's a champion. Always has been. She knows EXACTLY how I feel. Deflated, ashamed, disenchanted. "Don't go again," she says, but she knows it's hopeless.

I love my club. Not any players, not any chairman, not any administrrator, just my club.

And I despair at what my club's become. The lack of love, the lack of energy, the lack of anyone really caring

I asked Ultra. Should I apply for he job? He was kind and sidestepped the issue seeing how pissed I was and knowing what a willy puller I am. But the pain, the despair wouldn't abate.

Leicester City played 4-5-1 at home for God's sake. It was like being raped in public.

People I thought cared about Leicester City insulted us.

I hope they have the courage to fook off from football tomorrow morning. I hope they are never seen again. Gerry Taggart - ex-Leicester City. I spit on his name. That was a sodding disgrace.

If he wants to respond to that insult he can have a free punch in the morning. I don't give a shit. Go home to Ireland and take Burrows with you. No team of mine could ever play that badly, could ever insult the name of Leicester City so readily nor could ever make a mockery of the word football and keep such a straight face.

You were a good footballer Gerry. 100% despite your limitations. I loved you.

But today you dragged my club through mud. I will never, ever, forgive you for that. Or that arsehole who stood by your side.

Sod off. Get a job at Woolworths. I really don't care. It wasn't losing that mattered. It was the way we lost. We put two fingers up to ourselves, our traditions at the wrod football and at our fans.

I could never get your job. But I could never, ever preside over that sort of shit.

I was wondering on my way out of the ground what you'd have made of that game and I looked forward to reading your comments on it. I wasn't disappointed. Quality.

[davieG]

Burnley played well. They got 10 men behind the ball and were well organised. We never showed any desire or ability to break them down. We kept stroking the ball about among our defenders. We never looked like scoring. We have got to abandon the five at the back at home.

They couldn't stroke a ball about even if it was lying in bed next to them.

[BigGibbo]

Only because we made them look like AC M****n!

Where's Big Gibbo? I didn't see too much of the quality yesterday that is supposedly prevalent throughout our league..

Well thats what happens when two shit teams without managers play each other. This is the best second tier in the world fact!

[BigGibbo]

It is just gone midnight. My lovely wife has welcomed me home five hours late with a smile, a kiss and a stew. Tears have been streaming down my face for 15 minutes. My wife understands yet in another way she doesn't.

I tell her she doesn't understand. She takes me in her arms. I'm feeling guilty. It's a sodding football match for pity's sake. But my wife does understand. She's a champion. Always has been. She knows EXACTLY how I feel. Deflated, ashamed, disenchanted. "Don't go again," she says, but she knows it's hopeless.

I love my club. Not any players, not any chairman, not any administrrator, just my club.

And I despair at what my club's become. The lack of love, the lack of energy, the lack of anyone really caring

I asked Ultra. Should I apply for he job? He was kind and sidestepped the issue seeing how pissed I was and knowing what an irrelevance I am. But the pain, the despair wouldn't abate.

Leicester City played 4-5-1 at home for God's sake. It was like being raped in public.

People I thought cared about Leicester City insulted us.

I hope they have the courage to fook off from football tomorrow morning. I hope they are never seen again. Gerry Taggart - ex-Leicester City. I used to celebrate the name. But that was a sodding disgrace.

Indefensible. Go home to Ireland and take Burrows with you. No team of mine could ever play that badly, could ever insult the name of Leicester City so readily nor could ever make a mockery of the word football with such emphasis.

You were a good footballer Gerry. 100% despite your limitations. I loved you.

Unlike Burrows I counted you as Leicester City. As family. But today you dragged my club through mud. I will never, ever, forgive you for that. Or that arsehole who stood by your side.

Sod off. Get a job at Woolworths. I really don't care. It wasn't losing that mattered. It was the way we lost. We put two fingers up to ourselves, our traditions, at the word football and at our fans.

I could never get your job. But I could never, ever preside over that sort of shit.

Top post im definately glad i couldn't go now i would of been in a much worse mood last night.

[Simon]

What

?!?!

Atmosphere was classic,

could of being anfield.

Either you're being sarcastic or you must have been at a different match mate. I was in the Kop and it was crap for the most part. Few people at the back singing but no-one else seemed interested.

Game was dreadful. I'm not even going to try and spout off about what went wrong...

...I'd still be typing tomorrow and I have far too much work to do today.

[lcfc_jme]

Either you're being sarcastic or you must have been at a different match mate. I was in the Kop and it was crap for the most part. Few people at the back singing but no-one else seemed interested.

Game was dreadful. I'm not even going to try and spout off about what went wrong...

...I'd still be typing tomorrow and I have far too much work to do today.

Saying the atmosphere was classic is blatantly drunken sarcasm from Ched, but saying it could have been Anfield was most definitely true as the atmosphere there is only usually good for the big games.

[Hullfox]

It is just gone midnight. My lovely wife has welcomed me home five hours late with a smile, a kiss and a stew. Tears have been streaming down my face for 15 minutes. My wife understands yet in another way she doesn't.

I tell her she doesn't understand. She takes me in her arms. I'm feeling guilty. It's a sodding football match for pity's sake. But my wife does understand. She's a champion. Always has been. She knows EXACTLY how I feel. Deflated, ashamed, disenchanted. "Don't go again," she says, but she knows it's hopeless.

I love my club. Not any players, not any chairman, not any administrrator, just my club.

And I despair at what my club's become. The lack of love, the lack of energy, the lack of anyone really caring

I asked Ultra. Should I apply for he job? He was kind and sidestepped the issue seeing how pissed I was and knowing what an irrelevance I am. But the pain, the despair wouldn't abate.

Leicester City played 4-5-1 at home for God's sake. It was like being raped in public.

People I thought cared about Leicester City insulted us.

I hope they have the courage to fook off from football tomorrow morning. I hope they are never seen again. Gerry Taggart - ex-Leicester City. I used to celebrate the name. But that was a sodding disgrace.

Indefensible. Go home to Ireland and take Burrows with you. No team of mine could ever play that badly, could ever insult the name of Leicester City so readily nor could ever make a mockery of the word football with such emphasis.

You were a good footballer Gerry. 100% despite your limitations. I loved you.

Unlike Burrows I counted you as Leicester City. As family. But today you dragged my club through mud. I will never, ever, forgive you for that. Or that arsehole who stood by your side.

Sod off. Get a job at Woolworths. I really don't care. It wasn't losing that mattered. It was the way we lost. We put two fingers up to ourselves, our traditions, at the word football and at our fans.

I could never get your job. But I could never, ever preside over that sort of shit.

So to put it in a nutshell, you went out and got pissed with Ultra and feel really let down and dirty?

Shouldn't that be in General Chat?

[Simon]

Saying the atmosphere was classic is blatantly drunken sarcasm from Ched, but saying it could have been Anfield was most definitely true as the atmosphere there is only usually good for the big games.

Ah, I'm glad. Was seriously worried for a second!