So close to being perfect. If the shot at the end that hit the post had gone in I would have been exactly right. Even so my prediction was astoundingly good
Something more than the result happened today. In the long run maybe far more important.
Ralph had a team - on the sidelines - working together.
There was clearly discussion over the Lyanco sub, Alphie hesrd our set piece coach shouting instructions to KWP on taking a throw-in.
The Ralph Out crowd had a good point BUT he was also working pretty much alone, today we saw Selles getting involved and decisions being made.
Very positive
Stole this from the Southampton Australian Supporters FB page. We do reports good
SAS Match Report v Leicester
The game starts and we’re instantly reminded why Jamie Vardy is as likeable as warm beer on a hot day. Your wife is a grass and you look like an underfed rodent. Yes, we hold grudges. Get over it…
The rest of the half sees Leicester pass the ball so well to each other that our players can’t help but join in.
We use our 0.3% possession for the half to mount an attack in the 46th minute, just in time for the referee to blow his whistle
HT 0-0. Could be worse. Meh
The second half picks up where the first left off and it’s only a matter of time before Leicester score
A piss poor impression of a Prowsey free-kick goal by mutton chops. 1-0 Leicester. Fu*k.
After giving up 374 leads in the last 4 seasons we decide to see what it feels like to dish out misery rather than chase it.
Led by Roberto Djenepo and the WP brothers we are now getting back into the game. And by back in the game, we mean taking the fu**ing piss.
Leicester suddenly look awful, and by awful we mean Man United awful and it’s only a matter of time before we score…
The introduction of Pele’s (much) younger brother, Chele, is all the icing we need on our equaliser cake. 1-1. Sweet.
Do we sit back, content with our point? Absolutelyfu**ingnot. We don’t just want the icing, we want the entire row of Coles mud cakes
It’s a weird feeling, but the confidence of knowing that the winner is comi…WHAT THE HELL CHE?! A bicycle kick netbreaker from at least 60 yards out! Unbelievable. 2-1. Get the fu*k in!
Leicester pitifully try to assert some dominance against our youthful defence before realising they’re about half the size and their fans have already left.
Che almost makes it 3, but decides to save his hat-trick for next weekend.
Watching this match and thinking back to the Leeds match I really do think that Ralph has changed his tactics from last season.
Rather than going gung-ho from the start he’s content to sit back and let the opposition attack and wear themselves out, then we go gung-ho in the last 30 or so.
That’s what I think anyway, I might be completely wrong.
It was becoming painfully predictable that we would start every game at warp speed, and go in at half time either level but apparently in control of the game, or a goal up. Then the opposition would invariably up their game in the last thirty minutes knowing that we would fold like tissue paper. Sooner or later, Ralph was going to spot this Groundhog Day phenomenon and think about addressing it.