An ode for the scapegoat hunters..

I’m getting irritated by the things I continue to hear and read about Neil Harris; this post is partially inspired by Baz’s excellent match report on a different blog, and by Liverpool fans (urgh!) chanting about Traore some time ago… it goes to the tune of ‘Blame it on the Boogie’ by the Jackson Five.

Don’t blame it on the back-pass
Don’t blame it on the tactics
Don’t blame it on the bad start
Blame it on Neil Harris

Don’t blame it on the Millwall
Don’t blame it on their good start
Don’t blame it on defending
Blame it on Neil Harris

I just can’t
I just can’t
I just can’t control my rage
I just can’t
I just can’t
I just can’t control my rage

Don’t blame it on the three points
Don’t blame it on the great run
Don’t blame it on the first place
Blame it on Neil Harris

Don’t blame it on two dropped points (in six games 😉 )
Don’t blame it on six clear
Don’t blame it on Calder-wood
Blame it on Neil Harris

I just can’t
I just can’t
I just can’t control my rage
I just can’t
I just can’t
I just can’t control my rage.

Dropped points…
Six clear…
League place…
Harris…

I’m starting to sound as much of a broken record as some of the detractors; whilst I can see merit in their desire to see Grant Holt or Nathan Tyson in Neil’s place in the team, I wish that people would remember that as long as Neil Harris is on that pitch he deserves our support – to call him a passenger, lazy or useless is stupidity in itself.

Constructive criticism is no problem at all; but once the game is underway, if you were one of those people in Capital One Corner singing “We all agree, Grant Holt is better than Harris”, you really need to have a good think about the bile you come out with. It might be true, but there’s a time and a place, and during the game is not it.

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