From the very first game in this clubs history, and I'm talking about a team which carried at least three or four players who had never really played the game at any level, we've got stuck in and showed some fucking pride. We finished rock bottom that first season, but no one tonked us, except maybe Highgate, and everyone we played knew they were in a game. I'd wake up on a monday morning a bag of bones, stiff as priests cock, physically and emotionally, fucking drained. I gave my all. And Declan, Liam, Tim, Dan, Mac and Murph likewise. Even Brizza, with his pointless, repeated and failed attempts to chip the keeper for which he was rightly slaughtered, did the same.

Now sitting on your arse at work, where you arrived at a guess a good hour and half after my working day began, how many of you feel the same way i did? 6 or 7? 8 of you tops. And thats generous. The rest of you would blow over in a mild wind, you're pathetic. I would honestly question your right to life; I'd certainly question your right to put on a pair of boots and line-up alongside KK and Gav, Dec and Dan, and jog around while they do your work, make your tackles and cover your man. I meant what I said in the changing room. Todays lack of fight, determination and desire from 3 or 4 of you -the staple diet of any successful sunday side, is beyond my comprehension. Against a good footballing team, who had the wind in the 2nd half we had 8 men. Now Gav would walk through a wall for me and vice-versa, but with 2 lads on his back he does n't make it through. Do you see my point? Once again we had no Noel or Stevie C, young Sean would also have deserved to keep his place. I suppose I should be grateful to get 12 bodies at the ground but not all of them had souls.

For all his immaturity I'd have Martin Murphy back in a shot, cussing someones mums shows he cares, and running with the ball he's a threat. I miss him. JP was our main outlet today in the absence of anyone else with any attacking ability and should have buried a one on one before scoring a wonder goal from an impossible angle. We were in the hat at half-time, we were knee-deep in shit at the end.