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Holloway, Europe and Babies.

Where do I begin…

Holloway, Europe and Babies reminds me of those times when you barricade yourself into a family run pub and become pleasantly surprised to read that home made soup is on the menu only to be deflated when the flamboyant barmaid suggests that you’ll be gorging on Potato an Leek.

“Whats the soup”?….”oh, its Hollway, Europe and Babies”………”oh”.

There is nothing wrong with Potato and Leek, its wholesome, nutritious and on those cold wintry days it gives you that warm glow needed to undertake such tasks as supporting QPR.

My point is on reflection of such an optimistic start to the season I expected a whole lot more from our young, dynamic, enthused manager JFH than for him to end up displaying dreary punditry on Chelscum matches rolling around like a dog who has found a huge mound of shit.

JFH had the talk, walk, you name it and I for one was looking forward to watching the young, hungry, European influence he seemed to attach to the squad. The likes of Cheri, Poulter, the Polish bloke and the other Polish bloke all filled me with an air of anticipation. Not to mention the stride of QPR youth team players fringing.

Yes, I was optimistic. Especially after dismantling Leeds…oh that’s such a long time ago.

However football is a funny game theses days, I love saying that, it gives me the believe that its not just QPR who end up feeling like this after what seems to be the most underwhelming season I can remember.

For all the Meat & Veg Holloway brings it has been a welcomed relief to have someone who truly holds the club badge close to his chest at the helm and for all his industry you just cannot fault the guy for commitment and guile.

Its fair to say that its enjoyable having Holloway back at Loftus Road even if sometimes you feel we’re missing out on a young, dynamic, European influenced, Ex-Pundit, Ex-Man United Class of ’92. 

Perhaps we’re not missing out and Meat & Veg is exactly what should be on the menu…a bit like my disappointing soup order at the beginning of this blog.

To finish this blog I ask to be excused from my absence of the realms of Queens Park Rangers. It is due to the arrival of my Daughter, Ruby Louise.

Yes, She’s a SuperHoop and No,  She hasn’t a choice!


All aboard the Cup Run…

I write this blog on the back of a defeat to Barnsley on Wednesday night, we all knew it was coming but surely, surely a few of us premeditated the R’s being top by two points having come away from Barnsley with a well deserved victory.

I for one did. Carried away again?…over expectancy? 

I think it’s important this season to allow this new squad of players to make mistakes, cause an uproar and give away last minute goals. 

Let’s face it, it wouldn’t be QPR without these elements.

From the terraces its easy to see that JFH and Sir Les have a clear strategy ahead and for the first time in years we have a team that looks hungry for success. 

To win or get promoted in the Championship demands these qualities as we all know.

I also can’t help thinking back to the Warnock days and that fantastic mix of experience and youth running through its veins, a well oiled machine tuned for Tuesday nights in the Championship. Those formidable fixtures like Barnsley on Wednesday night were made for veterans like Clint Hill and Shaun Derry. They just knew how to get those results.

That’s why we need to give this team time.

As much as they are a talented, hungry bunch of individuals it’s clear to see that we lack that steel that runs through most Succesful Championship clubs. Those typical players who you don’t always notice but always seem to be on the winning side.

Can footballing talent alone win promotion to the promised land or are there minor factors that contribute to a Succesful campaign I ask? 

On a positive note our Cup Run is full steam ahead.

Who cares how we brushed through the first round, the fact of the matter is that we were in the hat for the draw. We can now look forward to a humdinger against…Rochdale.

Perhaps we’ll scrape through on penalties and we can all enjoy a late night at Loftus Road again. 

The magic of the Cup.