Where to start?
Ollie’s lost the plot (again). The players don’t seem to know what’s expected of them tactically. The defence is a shambles. And the Oystons have succeeded in dividing the fans (there were some VERY loud anti-Oyston chants towards the end today that nearly led to a punch up).
We were shite today. Apologies for my language, but we really were. Especially the defence. Ollie said in his pre-match presser that he’d been working with the defence all week… lord knows what they were working on!
The midfield was non existent as well; you can’t just play Ferguson in there as the ball for 90 minutes as it leads to get us getting completely overrun.
We can only hope that this is the typical Blackpool wobble before our infamous end of season charge to promotion and not the start of a major implosion.
To the game itself, Peterborough throughly deserved to win. They played like we play when we’re out our best; full of running, creativity and movement.
To sum the game up in a few stats; Peterborough had 67% possession and 13 shots on target to our one. Humbling.
After an end to end opening to the game, the Post finally took the lead on 28 minutes; Tyrone Barnett somehow out-jumping Ian Evatt to head home with ease from a freekick. Nevermind the fact that it wasn’t a freekick; Evatt’s defending was unacceptable. Barnett of course refused a move to the Seasiders in January just to make things even more galling…
Paul Taylor made it 2-0 in the closing stages of the half following some keystone cops defending; Alex Baptiste at fault this time.
‘Pool huffed and puffed in the second half, but looked amateurish at times; failing to trap the ball etc.
Matt Gilks kept the scoreline ‘respectable’ with a string of saves before Nouha Dicko’s brilliant header looked to have given us a sniff as the game entered the closing stages.
But it wasn’t to be; Peterborough pushed forward yet again and added a third through George Boyd after more shite defending.
An horrific week for the club and you have to ask where we go from here.
Pathetic ‘Pool Pulverised By The Posh
Where to start?