DubaiSpur
Ian Walker
I think that's it, it is to a (very) small extent. I think the fact that Chel53a were so defensive is the main factor as to why we were unable to win today, not tiredness. The game at the Bridge is too difficult to call at this stage. They could easily have injuries to Willian, Hazard, Oscar, Costa and Cahill meaning it would be an even better time to play them. That is why I think Poch's approach of taking each game as it comes and securing qualification early is the right one.
I just think to expect anything more than 2 wins from 3 matches (WH, Quarabag and Chel53a) is unrealistic whatever the circumstances. Instead we should be pleased with the result. Sure things could have been done to get the 3 wins, but we don't live in that perfect world where perfection can be expected.
Yeah, but they always are under Mou: they tried the same thing in January, but we smashed 'em. What's the difference between then and now? Maybe they were better prepared for us this time, but they were more united, in better form and more dangerous last time, with Terry and Costa, while we had a worse side than we do now and also conceded first. Maybe it's just probability (i.e, nine times out of ten, defensive tactics work against us, and that one time they didn't, or perhaps that one time something fell for us that ruined Mou's plan), but given our brilliance I don't think we're as vulnerable to teams sitting deep now than we were a while ago.
I'm not saying we should expect perfection from what is an evolving side, and like I said, I'm okay with two wins and a draw, given that it could well have been two losses, one in Qarabag and one here. However, as long as EL games affect us to any extent, and as long as we can't reliably put away teams in periodic crises like Chelsea, we won't be the finished article that competes at the very top, as suggestions around us have indicated. That was the initial comment which....
Careful. This sort of logic and perspective can get you labelled around here.
....drew @thfcsteff 's simmering resentment, in a manner that reminds me amusingly of my own eternal anger about six months ago.