I’ve got to be honest, the Carabao Cup has never truly interested me.
Regardless of that, however, I do like to see my club play football on every possible occasion particularly after they have won 4-0 a couple of days earlier against a usually very good team.
Tonight, however, I am entirely confused. I looked at the team and then the bench before the game and noted the likes of Arthur and Soucek were in the squad with Declan on the pitch.
“Ah, we’re gonna have a go” I think and when Anderson started to do an impersonation of a fourth rate rate ballet dancer without a clue and Yarmolenko showed he’d reached his level against Hull, I thought: ‘ere we go then – Arf and Tom time with a slice of Jarrod action given Yarmo’s. useless yearnings!’
But no, it was nobody’s time – the rest of ’em including Bowen, Fornals and Oggy sat there watching on at a Carabao caper which we simply didn’t seem to care whether we won or not.
Why on earth would you take such decent players up to Merseyside on a Wednesday evening if you aren’t gonna use them if and when things go wrong?
Sorry I just don’t get it but then I am getting on a bit so maybe that’s the explanation.
But it seems to me that unless we produce a very good performance at Leicester this weekend none of this rather odd planning will have meant very much at all.
I’ll forgive Moyes for now – he is self isolating after all and may not be feeling 100 per cent but it all remained a bit more than weird!