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!