Good Luck Russ!

International (Blog) Break

This week our daughter Gwen was born. 

Blog action will return here following the 'International Break'.

(By then I might have washed the puke off me)

Stay tuned. 

Hopefully, when I return to the pitch in a few weeks, I will get chance to do the Bebeto baby rocking celebration! *

* = wishful thinking 

Cwrt Rawlin FC 4 v Llantwit Fardre 2nds 2

The Fardre 2nds perplexing losing streak now spans three matches, with the latest coming this weekend in Caerphilly (see above) against Cwrt Rawlin FC, as we exited the cup with but a shrug and a whimper.  

With our latest opposition currently ripping s**t up in our league table, it was to be a tough game. Perhaps the kind not suited to an ageing hungover team on a bad run carrying injuries. 

In a classic 'game of two halves' scenario we stormed into a slick 0-2 lead leaving the hosts in a bit of a tizz at half time with their panties in a right bunch. 

With the game appearing to be the game of Cwrt Rawlin's lives though they upped the ante after the break, running around ALOT and asking questions of our desire to hold onto the lead and stamina to see it through.  

Before we could blink it was 2-2 with our Goalkeeper Sir Ian Sweeney losing his mind and then having to go off injured due to severe stress. 

Fardre morale dropped like a stone (a massive heavy one) as the hosts surge continued taking them into an incredible 4-2 turnaround. 

So, after snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, the Fardre 2nds can now concentrate on resurrecting our form in the league table. 

Who's up next? Cwrt Rawlin FC away :) 

Brighton 1 Cardiff City 1 - Refreshing Ugly Points

Caretaker Managers Scott Youngy Young & Danny Gabbs Gabbidon are steering the CCFC ship rather pleasantly through choppy seas picking up another point on route to a three game unbeaten run.

As new manager in waiting Russell Slade waits in the shadows for the nod on his looming appointment the temporary coaching team continue to get team selection and tactics bang on the money.

Under Ole Gunnar Solskjaer last night’s result simply wouldn’t have happened with the Norwegian probably making his default ring of team changes and playing nine up front. Youngy and Gabbs though are showing us they aren’t mugs and for once the football and results are doing the talking.

Digging deep and suffocating the life out of away games is the way to climb the Championship table and add home wins to that and you’re on the right path.

With the quarrelling between City top brass and Leyton Orient over new Manager Russell Slade’s employment looking like dragging on until at least 2017, the temporary coaching brotherhood may need to carry on their productive ugly magic. 

At this point a nod should also be given to big Ken for that header. 

Cardiff City 2 Sheff Wed 1 - Winning IS FUN!

The Pops pulled out of this one suffering from what can only be described as C.C.A.D (‘Cardiff City Aided Depression’). 

He says 'Man Flu' but we all knew what he meant.

Given how dire visits to the stadium had been lately, luckily pre match myself and his replacement Sam had Prozac to hand (if required) and loads of Werther's Originals / Cookies.

Pre match over a brew we noted the arrival of proposed new manager Russell Slade strolling through the corporate area of the ground unnoticed. In a giant room of a few thousand City fans, nobody bar me batted an eyelid as Russ strutted through with a bodyguard. 

Perhaps this will change soon if he ever gets appointed.  

The Bluebirds were a revived different team from the helpless drips that played midweek in the cup and it seemed that Youngy and Gabbs’ (above) subsequent hairdryer treatment had worked. 

A few minutes in, Fabio busted a lung to clear a shot off the line with a shin to prevent us going behind and this moment turned the game. After a month of laying down to die, City were finally fighting.

It was two lads who we've been on the backs of lately who came up trumps with the goals, Sean Morrison (who also scored an own goal after the restart to pull Wednesday level) and Anthony Pilkington whose sharp volley secured City's first league win since mid August.  

It could've been more of course with the introduction of loan signing lunatic Ravel Morrison who had a slick thirty minutes from the bench (below). 

City have lacked a nasty streak for some time and to see a player who would happily turn up to fight Gary Medel in a car park coming off the bench is a breath of fresh air.

Ravel might be a nutter (potentially carrying a knife in his sock) but he’s got the toes to win games too and drag our sorry rears up the table. 

As we know, in the Championship, there are seven hundred games a week, and this week is no different with tricky away games at Brighton and Blackpool coming up.  

Will Russell Slade be appointed by then? The way it’s gone so far I would say no. It seems City are struggling to finalise the deal for Slade for whatever reason. 

With Youngy and Gabbs laying into the team and getting results though it isn't a massive problem is it? 

Cardiff City 0 v Bournemouth 3 - Too Much To Stomach

We left in rage on 70 minutes. 

Not since the infamous play-off defeat to Reading during the DJ era have I witnessed a performance with such little fight from a City team and we are now a club in crisis. 

Crisis of leadership, crisis of values and crisis of confidence. Who knows where this turmoil will end but it will not be promotion. 

The depths to which the so-called 'strongest squad in the Championship' sunk in the gruesome opening half hour was too much to stomach. 

Football (particularly Cardiff City FC) makes you suffer on times and right now I cant even look at it, never mind contemplate turning up for more on Saturday v Sheffield Wednesday. 

The City admin crew need to get this new coach appointed sooner rather than later to give them time to sort this lifeless s**t out.

CCFC Manager Hunt Gets Weird!

Well everyone, it appears it’s pretty darn easy to get an interview for the current Cardiff City Manager’s vacancy.

A decent record on ‘Football Manager 2014’ will apparently make you a contender for the role in Vincent Tan’s eyes as the City board attempt to further understand what football actual is.

The list of supposed ‘candidates’ to succeed Ole Gunnar Solksjaer and drag our sorry backsides up the league is uninspiring at best with almost each subject requiring a thorough googling. 

In fact, given the substandard quality on said grim list of doom I'd even prefer to stick with caretaker managers and club men/legends Scott Young and Danny Gabbidon. 

These lads may be inexperienced but do actually give a shiznit. 

So, why haven’t City identified local warrior Tony Pulis as a candidate? If not only for the way he pronounces the word ‘mark’ (‘Maaaaaaaaark’!). 

An obvious capable successor is ready and waiting for a call but the board are too clueless to see what’s in front of their eyes. 

The Premier League manager of the year is apparently not good enough but the League One equivalent is? 

Another classic facepalm moment is imminent for City fans. 

Brace yourselves.