There was one point midway through the half, when either Moses or Diouf was strolling to the byline with a physio, that I finally decided that the lads we've got aren't worth the spit off the underside of my shoes. Namely, that was seeing Capoue, arm in arm with Geoff Cameron (I think), chuckling and laughing like the happiest man in the world. We were 2-0 down, misplacing passes left, right and centre, looking utterly hopeless and being thrashed by this Stoke side.....and our 'midfield enforcer' gaily trills and chuckles with the opponent who had been schooling him for most of the game preceding that point.
F*ck these lads. I'd say sell 'em off, but there is no indication that the 'players' (I use that term loosely) Levy thrusts at Poch as replacements will be any better than the ones we have: see the utterly woeful Fazio for evidence of this. Hence, I just don't know what we're going to do. But I do know that these lads are perhaps the most spineless I've ever seen.
Stop getting angry at Neville's 'lazy, weak' comments, boys. You are lazy. You are weak. You are useless. That is a fact.