We will undoubtedly lose this It will be an inverse 1997 where that lot beat us 0-4. PLUS I have this horrible feeling some of our thick players will equate passion for needlessly getting a red card rather than putting in the effort.
Just asked Mr HH for his view on the scarf issue and he helpfully reminded me that the last Watford-Luton fixture I went to was with him and we ended up running to the station to avoid arriving there at the same time as a pile of Luton fans behind us.
The last time we played this lot, we were comprehensively outcoached and outfought to a depressing loss, and that was in the middle of our spectacular steamroller run to promotion with a fully functioning team loaded with such superstars as 'a right back' and 'a central midfielder who can control the ball'. What is going to happen this time? Answers on a postcard. Pozzo out.
Genuinely believe we will be 3-0 down inside 30mins. As every team does against us, they will come flying out the blocks knowing full well we won’t. Our bunch of cowards with zero testosterone between them, will simply lay down and allow them to have their way. Mentally our players have already lost this game. It will show on Sunday. Zero fight, desire or passion for the shirt. Not a single one of them cares about playing for club. If I was a betting man, I would bet on Lut*n scoring 4 or more.
Can't see us losing. Our forwards will have too much for them. JP back in the first eleven and desperate to prove himself, knowing this is a great chance to force himself into the Brazil squad ahead of the world cup. Sarr in the shop window, safe in the knowledge that every goal pushes him ever closer to that dream move to man united or liverpool. Davis will be crying out to show steven gerrard that if only he'd have kept hold of him, he'd still be in a job. And all the rest of our players doing,,err...you know ...ummm...all that good stuff they do. 4-0 us
The only exciting thing about this fixture is trying to decide whether to wear running trainers or steel capped boots.
Part of me is gutted not to be going, the other part is hugely relieved as this could be a new low point.
Haha our “tough fans” are just as cowardly as our players. Much like our players press conferences, it’s all talk. The moment they see any sort of group of Lut*n fans, they will run away with their tails between their legs. We have a fanbase with no backbone, so maybe we deserve having an owner and players that match the fans.
Memories of Luton... My Dad always talked about the legendary battles in the late 1960s as both clubs competed to get out of Division Three. Anyone remember them? The original game at Kenilworth Road was abandoned after heavy snowfall in the first half. The game was rearranged for right close to the end of the season. Watford were already up by then but Luton were still hoping to join them. 25,000 packed into the Kennel, there were three sendings off (Endean and Walley for Watford) as it all kicked off on the pitch and there was terrible fighting on the terraces and outside the ground too. Luton won 2-1, Watford lost their last three games but hung on to win the title ahead of Swindon. Luton missed out on promotion. 1984 FA Cup games I enjoyed GT's story about that cup run. Elton's management were organising a European tour for the spring and summer of 1984 which would mean he'd be out of the country for a lot of the time. GT told Elton to keep cup final Saturday May 19 free – ie, not to organise a concert for that night – just in case. Then the third round draw gave us Luton away and we were 0-2 down after about 25 minutes. Bardsley apparently turned to Steve Sims when the second went in and said: "Bloody hell Simsy, we're finished here." But we weren't finished and a deflected John Barnes free-kick and a Mo Johnston penalty earned a replay. The replay was a humdinger. 4-3 to Watford in extra-time. And, of course, Watford went on to reach the cup final and Elton was there – having played West Berlin the night before and with a gig in Bad Segeberg on the Sunday. August 1993 Opening day of the season. Away at the Kennel. Lost 2-1, of course, and reduced to nine men after Barry Ashby and Jason Drysdale were sent-off. A couple of weeks later we beat them at home in the Anglo-Italian Cup – a late winner from Alex Inglethorpe, I think – and we were all in the Rookery end terrace because the Vicarage Road end stand was still not quite finished. September 1994 Lost 2-4 at home around the same time we lost 3-6 at home to Spurs in the League Cup. I was working in the press box that day and one of my jobs was to phone the Press Association with the goal updates (this was basically how radio stations and Ceefax got their score updates). So you had to ring the number, say which game it was, spell out the name of the scorer, who they'd scored for and what minute it was and confirm the current score. Anyway, this was a lunchtime kick-off (and the only lunchtime kick-off on that day) and I didn't cotton on to why the person at PA who answered the phone knew which game I was calling from. After the match I walked up Occupation Road and at the top corner saw a mate of mine heading down towards me looking a bit puzzled. "Where is everyone?" he said. He thought it was a 3pm kick-off and had missed the whole thing. "I thought the town was quiet," he said. The 4-0 One of the greatest days ever. Went with a colleague who was really a Spurs fan, although he had a family member on the books at WFC. He spent the whole second half fretting that we wouldn't get out in one piece, even though the away fan coaches were parked right outside in Oak Road. As the coach pulled out of town one of their fans ran from the pub 'garden' of a flat-roofed pub and hurdled his pint at the coach. It was a plastic cup and it fell well short. At the next set of traffic lights a bunch of Luton fans were slapping the coach windows and banging the side of the coach. Futile but not terrible pleasant at the time. September 2002 I played tennis with a friend (sadly no longer with us) on the hard courts at Cassiobury Park that afternoon and planned to go to the League Cup game in the evening. Our tennis matches tended to be quite competitive and were pretty evenly matched. Anyway, in one particular, and as it turned out, final, rally he sent a deceptive drop shot over the net and I sprinted to return it. I got to the ball, played a delightful cross-court shot that won the point, I should make clear! Unfortunately I was running too fast and would have touched the net, forfeiting the point, so I tried to hurdle it. Extra unfortunately it was in quite a wide position where the net is at its highest and I got both feet caught and catapulted over the net, landing hard on my chin. I broke a couple of teeth, bit clean through my lip, blood everywhere. My mate gave me a lift to Watford General. It was about 5pm or perhaps a bit later when I got in there. I sat and waited and feared I would miss the kick-off. As the evening wore on casualties from the violence between supporters started coming in and the atmosphere in the waiting room soured considerably. When I was eventually seen I was given pretty short shrift and a lecture about wasting valuable A&E staff resources and time by getting injured fighting. "Hang on," I said through my by now badly swollen lips. "I did this playing tennis." "Of course you did," said the nurse. "There's loads of you in here tonight, all silly little boys playing your stupid games. Well it's not a game when you come in here and genuine patients are inconvenienced."
If u add the £150m debt, transfer and ticket income it must be heading towards £1 billion. I wonder how much of it was 'transactioned' out of the club?
Could go to this but on holiday from Thursday so don’t want to risk catching Covid or the flu or foot and mouth or leprosy or any of the other things likely from the away support. Oh, and because we’re a bit rubbish.
All I want is 4-3 to us with a last minute winner after two sending offs a piece and a brawl that includes both benches, a proper derby game.
I've only known two L**** fans in my entire life, both through work. They were utter ****s. Seriously, the biggest ****s you could ever have the misfortune of meeting. Just terrible people, I honestly wouldn't have p!ssed on them if they were on fire.
just to be clear to any players who might come across this. Unless it is a tactically necessary professional foul ie: it’s 94 minutes it’s a draw or we are winning and you stop a clear goal scoring opportunity outside the area and get a card. Then a red card just makes us losing even more likely. Doing something **** and stupid on 6 minutes will get you remembered as the worst of this awful team. Your name will live in infamy and NOT in a good way
We will win this and everything will be great for a few days. And then we will have another meek defeat.
Well we have been told not to use the G word . I presume they will be told not to sing about Elton John and generally use other rude words too ?
