Next Saturday will be the third instalment of what critics are calling "The Tinpot Trilogy". After throwing away five points to Bournemouth and Burnley in consecutive home matches, we're off to the most tinpot of all Premier League clubs, Huddersfield. No-one knows much about Huddersfield such as where it is, what they're doing in the Best League in the World™ or even how they got there. Apparently their manager Daniel Wagner is some sort of budget Jurgen Klopp but this could just be a lazy comparison based on them both being bespectacled Germans. Indeed, if Klopp's style of football is sometimes branded "heavy metal football", Wagner's shot-shy Terrors are like a confused opera with questionable undertones. These lightweights have only managed 26 goals in their 32 games, so even our leaky defence should be able to keep them at bay. They've only scored one goal in their last six games, hardly surprising when most of their squad sound like made up players: Terence Kongolo, Florent Hadergjonaj, Rajiv Van La Parra, Elias Kachunga, Colin Quaner being just some of the exotic journeymen on their books. As long as we score, we'll get something out of the game, as they're not going to have the ability to score more than once against us. Their best player is Watford reject Jonathan Hogg, who is on loan there for a few years. It's difficult to assess whether he will ever be good enough to return to our first team squad as he is surrounded by such dross. The club itself has a similarly unremarkable history, with their only recent(ish) trophy win being the Yorkshire Electricity Cup in 1995 and this being their first season in the Premier League. Anyway. here's a photo of Hoggy from happier times. As for the Hornets, we're already on the beach now that we're an established Premier League club. As we're safe, our players don't have to bother with the boring stuff like defending set pieces and winning games - the good ones can just spend their time giving interviews to foreign newspapers about how they can't wait to leave the club, whilst the rubbish ones can mess about designing hideous clothing lines and laughing at the length of their contracts. Boring robo-coach Javi Gracia has achieved his objective of keeping us up but unfortunately has been infected by some malware that makes his only tactic to bring on Stefano Okaka at the 70 minute mark, regardless of what's happening in the game. Must...bring...on...Okaka.