Given that everybody at QPR this season is either a superb young attacker or an accident-prone defender, it’s a much shorter midfielders round up than usual, and a real mixed bag of personal performances.

7 — Marc Pugh C

Marc Pugh was a very timely addition indeed last summer. To QPR fans prone to panic at the best of times, they were not the best of times. Luke Freeman had gone and was being followed through the exit doors by Darnell Furlong, Matt Smith and Mass Luongo for money, and a dozen others for free. The new centre back pairing of Yoann Barbet and Grant Hall had not covered itself in glory on a trip to Austria, and then been absolutely torn apart by Boreham Wood’s Kabongo Tshimanga. The annual late scramble to get a striker in on loan was in full swing, with unknown Brighton-based Slovenian Jan Mlakar carrying the weight of the Rangers nation on his shoulders at this point. Some of the signings — Liam Kelly, Lee Wallace — looked optimistic at best and others - Dillon Barnes, Dom Ball — the product of a mind addled by a good, long, late-night toke on an extra-large reefer. A 2-1 win at League One Oxford was as good as the warmup results got, and Watford were about to win 2-0 at Loftus Road without breaking a sweat despite their season starting a week later than ours. Again, when assessing how Mark Warburton has done this season, it’s often quite good to look back at what sort of state we were in and what our expectations were just one week before we kicked off with an away win at big-spending Stoke.

Pugh, along with Todd Kane, signed on a free transfer, out of the blue, on the morning of that Watford game, and were paraded on the pitch before kick-off. Here was a proper signing. Revered as a modern day legend at Bournemouth, voted not only into their team of the decade but the best player in that XI, he’d risen from League One to Premier League with the Cherries and chopped his way through plenty of top flight full backs in his time. Concern about advancing years (32) were tempered by the incredible shape he’d kept himself in — his diet is so immaculate he runs an Instagram account about it — and a successful loan spell in this division the year before at Hull who, like QPR, are a difficult, bracing team to play for at this level. This was about as good as it got on a free transfer under our wage structure.

What followed was a real mixed bag. He initially struggled to get in the team at all — just one league start between the first game and November 30 at Derby. He hasn’t minded admitting, either at the time or since, that this frustrated him — he hadn’t dropped down a division and taken a pay-cut to waste a season at his age sitting on the bench — and at times after that it felt like Warburton almost included him for the sake of including him rather than because he deserved his place. Other hand, what Warbs was actually doing was cleverly and skilfully managing younger players like Ilias Chair and Bright Osayi-Samuel, withdrawing them for a couple of weeks here and there to avoid over-exposure and burnout, as opposed to his predecessor’s death-by-stoning approach to team selection.

There were some highlights — goals in 2-2 draws against Charlton and Birmingham at home — and some performances — Preston A — that made you think he was not only ready for retirement but also one of those sheltered housing complexes with a cord to pull if he had a fall in the walk-in bath. He had a sort of chugging style, which made it difficult to see how he’d ever gone past any full back, chop or no chop. But his value to the team was there in the numbers, one of only four players this season to have a positive WDL record. When we talk, as we will, about how Osayi-Samuel and Chair came back strongly from strategic spells out of the team, it was Pugh who came in for them and did a steady enough job for them not to be missed. Without him, QPR's June and July was a sloppy, tired mess.

Decent enough signing. Probably expensive in wage for what he was and what he contributed (hence the early release), but another excellent player for the younger squad members to have around and almost certainly more valuable to the team on the pitch than we’re giving him credit for here.

In numbers:

LFW Ratings — 5, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, -, 5, -, 6, 6, 5, 5, 6, 7, 6, 6, 5, 6, 7, -, 6, 5, 5, 5, 5, 7, 7, 7, 7, 4 = 5.964

8 — Big Bad Luke Amos C/D

The cliched, condescending, pat-on-the-head, “oh how sweet you support a team that ISN’T in the Premier League, well maybe we can show one of your games up against Marr on a Sunday morning” television coverage the Football League gets from its host broadcaster needs trite facts to keep it ticking along.

Not for Leeds, of course. Leeds are on every day, and we get to hear absolutely everything about them and their players, in microscopic detail, delivered in an ongoing torrent, muffled only slightly by the commentator having to talk with a mouthful of Marshmallow Bielsa’s ballbag. For the rest of us, well there’s only so much research you can do on the 23 teams in between travelling to every Leeds game, watching every Leeds game, celebrating all the Leeds wins, travelling back from Leeds, and wanking yourself into a state of dehydration over the mysterious stats that make Patrick Bamford a better striker than Eddie Nketiah. So we have to make do with trite facts.

Apologies if you were offended by any bad language you may have heard just there.

Three per team is usually the going rate, and if the same team is on more than once in a fortnightly period these can be enjoyed on a loop. Did you know, for instance, that Brentford have a sleep coach? And that Pontus Jansson, when he heard that he was no-longer required at Elland Road, actually got his agent to call Brentford to see if they’d be interested, so much did he believe in their project? And that last summer, and again in January, Brentford decided, for once, to hold onto their best players, because their famed analytics department had “crunched the numbers” and decided that their chances of promotion this season if they did so were “50/50”? Well, I do, because Brentford have been on the television three times in the last couple of weeks, and so I’ve been enjoying these on repeat, in that bit where we absolutely have to stop the game so somebody can come out and disinfect the fucking crossbar.

Apologies if you were offended by any bad language you may have heard just there.

One of QPR’s three trite facts is about Big Bad Luke Amos. Legend has it that when Big Bad Luke Amos stood on the touchline at St James’ Park on the opening day of the 2018/19 season, preparing to come on as a substitute for his first, and to date only, Tottenham Hotspur appearance, Mauricio Pochettino leant across and whispered into his tiny ear just one, lone instruction: believe. Sounds far fetched doesn’t it? In this modern age where Matt Smith can’t come on in the eighty-eighth minute of a long-since-lost cause to try and shovel one into the net off his big square head without first going through a ring-binder detailing every bad choice the centre back has ever made in his life. Is it true? Who fucking knows? Too good to check. Does it matter? Not really, these cunts support QPR they’re obviously easily pleased. Believe Luke. Believe.

Apologies if you were offended by any bad language you may have heard just there.

If Tottenham did send Big Bad Luke Amos to QPR to make him believe in himself a little bit more, I’m not sure a season of toiling away in this midfield, in front of that defence, will have helped greatly. Hell, I’ve only had to watch them and I feel like a complete waste of fucking space. He looked riddled with self-doubt when he arrived, and he looked riddled with self-doubt by the end, with the sort of added mental baggage that only a year playing for Queens Park Rangers can give to a boy. If Big Bad Luke Amos’ trite fact was that he spends his spare time writing poetry that he’s then too afraid to show to anybody, now that I would believe. If they sent him here to develop physically, then they may have had a bit of a result. In assessing Big Bad Luke Amos it’s important to remember that this was not only his first ever season at Championship level having previously been loaned to Stevenage and Southend, but it was also his first season back from one of the nasty ACL explosions that we’ve become so familiar with among our favourite sons down the year. When you think of it like that, holding his own (shut up, he has) for 26 starts and eight sub apps in the middle of midfield for a Championship team for whom everything is a struggle is worthy of praise.

He did so under the notorious historical weight of the Samba Diakite Memorial Millstone awarded to LFW’s pre-season tip for player of the year. That was made the week after the 2-2 pre-season friendly at Oxford where Amos had scored twice, looked full of beans, and apparently was exactly the sort of classy, box-to-box, cut-above-this-shite midfielder we’ve lacked since Ale Faurlin blew his knees apart. You stand there Dom Ball and win the ball back for Big Bad Luke who’s going to write the theme tune and sing the theme tune. Bar Barnsley away, where he suddenly scored two very nicely taken goals, that hasn’t really been the case. He hadn’t scored before that, and he hasn’t scored since. The weight of that stone has crushed stronger men than Luke.

Warbs seemed to really like him, given how many times he name checked his contribution in interviews, and blithered on about his “academy education”, and mentioned how our younger players needed to look up to the professional standards of somebody like Amos to see where you have to get to for the privilege of playing non-competitive U23 games on immaculate pitches against all the other excellent young boys from Man City/Chelsea/Liverpool. But there’s a fine line between a player doing work unseen by troglodytes like me in the stand, and a manager pretending that’s the case to protect a fragile player. I fear we may have stepped over that line a few times with Big Bad Luke. There have been times I’ve seen him coated off as “shocking” when I’ve wondered what else exactly people wanted him to do in a game, and others when I’ve rather despaired of him. He has that latter-days Jermaine Jenas ability to be ten yards away from anything that happens. I suspect he’s just too nice, too timid, a typical product of an EPPP academy. His attempted tackle that led to the second West Brom goal on the final night would have embarrassed a leper. I know for a fact there’s as much chance of me playing for Jose Mourinho’s Tottenham as there is him.

Which leaves the door open for a potential return, either on loan or permanently, which would almost certainly have the Twitterati looting shops and setting fire to parked cars. But there is just that niggle at the back of my mind that having seen Eze, Osayi-Samuel and Manning blossom from quiet beginnings and a fair chunk of supporter angst into the players we see before us today, perhaps it would be a shame for us to throw the work we’ve done and the sub-standard performances we’ve suffered with Amos this season (first year back after an ACL, I say again, because I don’t think it gets mentioned nearly enough) away by not taking him back again if it’s an option.

Maybe somebody else will reap the benefits.

Or maybe he’s just not very good.

Apologies if you were offended by any bad language you may have heard just there.

In numbers:

Interactive Ratings — 5.47

11 — Josh Scowen D

When Steve McClaren arrived as manager, he believed he faced a problem in midfield. Ian Holloway had built a team around a three of Josh Scowen, Mass Luongo and Luke Freeman, crowbarring everybody else into weird and wonderful formations that all included a midfield three to accommodate them. But Freeman, Luongo, Ryan Manning, Ilias Chair, Ebere Eze, Jordan Cousins and to a certain extent Bright Osayi-Samuel, Paul Smyth, David Wheeler and Pawel Wszolek, were all a bit difficult to put in a box. They could mostly all play deep, or in any of the three positions across the forward three in a 4-2-3-1. A good few of them could play on the wing if asked, or at wing-back, or even at full-back. Most of all they all wanted to play ‘ten’. And under Ian Holloway’s madcap tombola machine selection they’d all haphazardly rotated and flitted between all of these roles, often all at once in the same game/half/ten minutes.

When we first met him, McClaren talked in laborious detail about managers who like chaos, and managers who like control. It didn’t take a psychiatrist to work out Ian Holloway likes chaos, and McClaren was keen to stress he was a control man. He wanted his players to have clearly defined roles in the 4-2-3-1 system, not to be constantly rattling around all the positions bar goalkeeper and centre back. The one he thought he could be sure about was Josh Scowen. ‘The Rat’ would happily stand in front of the defence as the deepest of the deep midfielders, protecting the back line and kicking people, fetching the ball from the back four and shifting it quickly, simply and efficiently onto more skilled team mates to do things with. The George Thorne from his Derby team reincarnated. Only, Josh had grown rather weary of doing Luongo and Freeman’s water carrying in Ian Holloway’s team and he too now had designs, expressed in the press and to McClaren himself, on the sort of more advanced role he’d excelled in at Barnsley and Wycombe. Josh, too, dreamed of playing ten, as it turned out.

McClaren was fairly exasperated, borderline angry, by this and used Scowen sparingly. When he was sacked, caretaker manager John Eustace not only recalled him but also pushed him higher up the field. His reward was good showings, particularly at Millwall away, and on the last day at Sheff Wed where he arrived late in the box and scored. That was enough for him to not only start the season under Mark Warburton, but start in one of the attacking midfield positions — remarkable really when you consider the players we had available who subsequently came to dominate. Sadly for Josh, he developed an unhappy knack of missing really good chances to score, most notably a header to put us 2-0 up in the first half at Stoke, and a very presentable one at the School End against Huddersfield in the first home game when he was subsequently hooked after 55 minutes.

The harder he tried, and you won’t find many players who try harder, the worse he got. For all the support I’m about to profess for him, he only played genuinely well in a game once last season (Blackburn at home, we gave him eight) though he did depart with one of only four positive WDL ratios in the squad this season. Soon the scapegoat hunters and Twitter trolls had a new prey in their crosshairs. Like Joe Lumley, the abuse he got online became so intolerable he deleted his account, leaving his proud but frustrated father to fight his corner, which he did with genuine anger and heartfelt anguish that was met with a growing tide of bile in return. Absolute respect to him, imagine being that parent and seeing that about your child. In a season that’s gone relatively well for QPR, two players, one from our youth team and one who’s worked his way up from non-league, have received grief so over-the-top and frequent, from their own supporters, that they’ve given up and walked away from the platform. That’s Chelsea levels I’m afraid lads.

He signed off with a random wonder goal at the Loft End against Swansea in the FA Cup on one of those sorts of days where everything QPR touched turned to goal. Met perfectly, on the volley, on the turn, it fizzed into the far top corner with Van Basten/Cureton v Coventry levels of speed, swerve and satisfaction. It was a thing of absolute beauty. Josh didn’t celebrate. Miserable, family member in near daily online fights with fans, scoring a goal like that when neither he nor we needed it after missing a clutch of much presentable chances in August when the opposite was true… he was done. He knew it, we knew it, and so desperate was he to leave in the end that he went to the other end of the country and made the ultimate modern-day career killing move by joining Sunderland. The football equivalent of trying to cure your problems by running away to join the circus. There he’s made just a solitary start and three sub appearances.

QPR scored some outstanding goals in their 5-1 win over Swansea...

But how about the technique on this peach from Josh Scowen 😍#EmiratesFACup pic.twitter.com/JlZIU3q6o4– Football on BT Sport #Club2020 (@btsportfootball) January 6, 2020

“AH HA” his online detractors cry, “can’t even get in the Sunderland team, toldjya he was shite”, and perhaps they’re right. But I loved Josh when he arrived from Barnsley, I thought he showed what an effective player he can be at this level under Holloway and Eustace, and but for a couple of unfavourable managerial changes, a touch more sharpness in front of goal in the early weeks of the season, and dare I say possibly with a little more support from supposedly his own fans, things may have turned out differently. Even if they hadn’t, some of the stuff that went on left a bad taste in my mouth.

A bit of a crying shame for me, Clive.

In numbers:

LFW Ratings — 6, 5, 5, 6, 5, -, 6, 6, 8, 7, 7, 5, 5, 5, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 6 = 5.842

12 — Dom Ball A/B

Dom Ball was a great concern to me last summer.

Firstly, because Warbs Warburton had managed him at Glasgow Rangers, and in Watford’s academy, where he also coached with Ball’s father. This signing of players purely because the manager likes them and they go to the same golf club/masonic lodge/wife-swapping circle worked under Neil Warnock but has seen QPR get very badly burned since under the Mark Hughes-Kia Joorabchian axis of cuntery and then the Harry Redknapp brown envelope swapsies club.

Secondly, because ‘what manager wants manager gets’ doesn’t work at QPR. Rangers change manages so often, and almost always flit from one style of manager to his polar opposite in doing so, that if you let them sign who they want they go for short-term, quick fixes designed with only the next six games in mind to try and avoid the sack and almost certainly completely unsuitable for the way their successor will want to play and therefore surplus to requirements almost from the moment they walk through the door.

Thirdly, because we were meant to have got away from points one and two. The director of football model is meant to protect against it, with a more longer-term, over-arching view of who we buy and sell, so that you don’t, for instance, buy Idrissa Sylla and Yeni Ngbakoto for Jimmy Floyd Hasselbaink only to then appoint Ian Holloway as manager, or buy Matt Smith for Ian Holloway only to then appoint Steve McClaren as manager. And yet here we were, again, bringing in a player we never would have looked at in a million years, if he wasn’t known to whoever the manager was at the time who thought he was a “terrific lad”.

And fourthly, most importantly, Dom Ball wasn’t meant to be very good. He’d been released by Spurs. He’d been unable to get into the Rotherham team over the course of three seasons which included campaigns in League One and a Championship relegation season. He’d had several patchy loan spells at Aberdeen and Rangers in the Grand Celtic Procession. When points one to three are in play and the player you’re bringing in is a bit shit, they become all the more important and troublesome.

Except, Dom Ball wasn’t shit at all. You didn’t always notice him, and as we said in Geoff Cameron’s write up there is a noticeable improvement in our defence when you park somebody in front of it whoever that somebody is, but Ball’s 1.057 goals conceded a game is by far and away the lowest in the squad among those we count that statistic against (goalkeepers, defenders, anybody playing defensive midfield in a 4-2-3-1, 4-1-4-1, 4-1-3-2 formation when the goal is conceded). An old friend of mine remarked pre-Millwall away that he’d been impressed with Ball and at that point, I confess, I’d been a bit sniffy about him, but I watched him closely that day and he did vital, unseen, unheralded work in a 2-1 away win.

He’s strong, and physical, which our team lacks in almost all areas. He windmills around tackling people and being a bit mouthy while Luke Amos stands in the corner trying to pluck up the courage to ask that girl out. He developed a knack of perfectly executing goal-saving sliding tackles, most notably right in front of us at Huddersfield away, and it would be nice if he could teach Yoann Barbet the technique. The results, the winning, really seem to matter to him, charging around the field like a mad man at times to protect single goal leads. Against Millwall in lockdown I’m not sure he’d ever have recovered if their disallowed injury time equaliser had counted, so much effort had he put into getting QPR to that point in that match leading 4-3 — potentially two assists if you count the little pass for Manning’s goal (we don’t) and an all-action performance that covered every blade of grass on the pitch. He got what will almost certainly become his traditional one goal of the season away at Luton in lockdown, sealing a point he and we really deserved.

It’s hard playing for QPR at the moment. Every win feels like trying to shit out a bowling ball, every defeat slips out like post-curry slurry from a prolapsed rectum. You need people like Dom Ball to get you there: a winner, grateful for a chance at this level, loving every minute of being out there, desperate to get the result, proud to play for the club, keen to impress, not above knee-capping anybody who gets in his way. Like a boxer dog we rescued from a cardboard box under a railway bridge. He became something of a cult hero to the supporters, to the point where he went from nowhere near as bad as we expected through to not quite as good as everybody is making out. But he had an excellent, wholly unexpected, pleasantly surprising first campaign as a QPR player and is now deservedly and justifiably discussing a new and improved contract.

That doesn’t mean the concerns go away, just that Dom Ball has been a good signing. Even among the Hughes cluster-fuck we stumbled across Ryan Nelsen. Going from Neil Warnock to Mark Hughes to Harry Redknapp to Chris Ramsay is pretty batshit, but even under Les Ferdinand as director of football we’ve bounced from Ramsay to Hasselbaink to Holloway to McClaren and now Warburton. Eight managers entirely different in styles, experience, mannerisms and how they set their teams up and want them to play. Some appointed by the director of football and CEO who run the club, some foisted upon them by the people above them who write the cheques. Players like Toni Leistner have been so in favour one minute we make them club captain, and then one change of manager later so out of touch with the direction we’ve pivoted in that we’ll swallow a chunk of their salary just to cut them. Since relegation from the Premier League we’ve gone from looking for bargains in Europe to letting Gary Penrice pick up the next big thing in Leagues One and Two to loaning in a “team of men” from the Premier League and now apparently back to manager driven signings.

There have been obvious improvements as well. We develop players now, and sell them for money, as opposed to lazily trying to buy proven entities who subsequently loiter around until the end of their contract not contributing unless we pay them to piss off. Luke Freeman, Ebere Eze, Alex Smithies, Bright Osayi-Samuel, Ilias Chair — these are success stories that we simply weren’t producing prior. Last summer was a huge effort. We turned over a large amount of players, replacing two thirds of the squad and team in one transfer window while at the same time reducing the wage bill again, coming out the other side with a better, more attractive, more entertaining team. But overall, over several seasons, the recruitment has left something to be desired. Thankfully Dom Ball’s attitude, application, drive, determination and performances made him one of the exceptions to that, rather than the absolute epitome of it.

In numbers:

Interactive Ratings — 5.77

19 — Ilias Chair B (choice of coats A*)

Look, Ilias Chair banged in a goal at the Loft End against Derby County this season that was inadvertently set up by Wayne Rooney. Afterwards he did a post-match interview in a white fur coat, camera angled down to get him in frame, where he described said goal as “strictly business”. Nobody does that and gets a low mark. I’m just a man, I’m only human.

There’s been a lot of criticism floating around in this year’s End of Termers so far. The goalkeepers have been fairly shambolic, the defence is a hotch-potch mess, the mixed bag of midfielders have given us cause to question the club’s recruitment strategy and use of the loan markets. There are all the positives to come as we move onto our sparkling attack, and that starts here with Chair who is in this ‘midfield’ category purely for presentational purposes to even out the numbers.

He, and Ebere Eze, are the absolute textbook example of the direction we need to go and how we need to behave on that journey. First, we’ve spotted something in somebody the Premier League trawlers have missed on their eco-system wrecking trawl of the seabed. In Eze’s case, it’s the languid-styled black kid being written off as lazy by a white, male-dominated, scouting, coaching and recruitment network for reasons I couldn’t possibly even begin to speculate upon here. In Chair’s case, it’s that he’s five-foot one inch tall. Having snapped them up regardless, we’ve developed them in our U23s, sent them out on excellent and productive loans at lower league clubs that suited them, and then not been afraid to put them straight into our first team and leave them there to cut their teeth, make their mistakes, and come up to the level required, rather than panicking and dropping them after half a dozen games at the first signs of trouble. What we have now in Eze is a £20m footballer with two years still to run on his deal. There is no reason at all why we can’t be saying the same about Chair in 12 months’ time — given he’s had a much more consistent 2019/20 than Eze did a 2018/19, albeit under vastly superior management and coaching.

I’ve been to just about every minute of Ilias Chair’s senior career so far and one of many compliments I could pay him is I’ve never noticed how small he is. You do not see him get bullied in the same way you do with Big Bad Luke Amos, or Man City Matt Smith. He’s got an arse the size of a moon of Jupiter, which he plants about a foot and a half off the deck with his feet apart and you wouldn’t be able to shift with a JCB digger. Sure, when Dom Ball gets ideas above his station and starts pinging “passes” at him six feet off the ground from 30 yards away, bigger boys pile in over the top and beat him in the air. But can you ever actually remember him getting muscled out of anything? Brushed aside? I can’t. His balance is immaculate, he glides in and out of situations with a silky smoothness so natural you just don’t even notice him doing it. Once My Chemical Hugill had blown his hamstring out in lockdown we ended up settling on Chair as a false nine. A false nine! This is the Championship, and he’s borderline dwarf (what’s a goblin?) and he just got on with being effective, creative and strong all over again. His assist for Ebere Eze’s goal against Millwall was the best sex I’ve ever had.

There were dips, but I love the way Warburton managed him, taking him out of the team when people were baying for him to be picked, often replacing him from the start or the bench with Marc Pugh who many didn’t have a lot of time for. But he always came back from those rests stronger, in stark contrast to the way Eze was flogged to death in public the year before. I’d like some more goals — a cutely worked 20-yarder against Hull at home the only real taste of the Goal of the Season competition he’d been running alone at Stevenage the year before. But at 22 he’s now got 73 senior appearances under his belt already, playing in tough leagues for middling teams, and 12 goals. With Ebere Eze and Bright Osayi-Samuel almost certainly leaving it’s all there for him to step up and be whatever he wants to be.

As much as we criticise elements of the recruitment, contract negotiations, and plenty else besides (and we have, and do, and will again, contrary to the “in the club’s pocket” reputation we have in some quarters) it’s important to acknowledge when they do get it right, and Ilias Chair so far is front and fucking centre of how you’re meant to do things.

In numbers:

Interactive Ratings — 6.17

Others >>> If you thought Big Bad Luke Amos was lightweight, goodness knows how you coped with Matt Smith, an 11-year-old boy picked up on loan from Manchester City (yes, really, I checked) last summer. He made four starts and six sub appearances (I know, I was surprised) and contributed the square route of fuck all. Couldn’t feature through the autumn and winter because it was too windy.

Deshane Dalling enjoyed ten minutes of flicks and tricks with QPR already 5-1 up against Swansea in the FA Cup and has since been loaned to Cork — a spell that has recently resumed post lockdown. Do I want to be watching a team with a maverick winger called Deshane Dalling in it? Yes. Yes I do.

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Gleni1977 added 22:34 - Aug 6 “He’s got an arse the size of a moon of Jupiter, which he plants about a foot and a half off the deck with his feet apart and you wouldn’t be able to shift with a JCB digger“. Love it.
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eastside_r added 22:57 - Aug 6 Very, very funny. Very good indeed. Not sure about Dom Ball but it’s a game of opinions.
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Myke added 23:19 - Aug 6 Excellent Clive. I suspect Amos will be back and hopefully incrementally better than last season, but nothing miraculous. Ball will be grand as long as he keeps his feet on the ground. I still think Pugh may return if 3 amigo transfers go through, as 'the devil you know' factor could be critical with such a short window and his versatility would also be attractive . Huge season for Chair, with a lot of responsibility on hiss shoulders. If Shodipo can stay fit, Chair continues to improve, Ball remains solid, Amos (if he returns) hangs in there and either Smyth or Thomas steps up, we may not miss Eze and BOS quite as much as we fear. (All this with the proviso that we get, if not Goode and Moore, than two of that ilk)

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Northernr added 23:51 - Aug 6 Myke I fear you, and I, have been slightly kind. If you put Derry and Faurlin in this team it would transform it, without touching the goalkeepers, defence or the attack. That comment of Warburton's about Romaine Sawyers being his be all and end all, money no object, dream Championship purchase sticks with me.
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timcocking added 04:09 - Aug 7 I loved Josh Scowen, mediocre that he was. Blows my mind any Rangers fan would have slated him. Very sad to hear. A lot of people just sit safely behind a computer screen acting like proper cu*ts nowadays. Pussies the lot of them.
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timcocking added 04:14 - Aug 7 'It’s hard playing for QPR at the moment. Every win feels like trying to shit out a bowling ball, every defeat slips out like post-curry slurry from a prolapsed rectum.' For the love of God Clive...
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Loftgirl added 08:29 - Aug 7 "What's a Goblin"? One of many laugh out loud moments we see here.
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rkk76 added 08:33 - Aug 7 I didn't expect to love Shaun Derry and I did. I certainly didn't expect to love Dom Ball and I do! There are better players but then there are better teams too. Ball is perfect for us right now.
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E15Hoop added 08:38 - Aug 7 Clive: I want to endorse the positive part of your report on Luke Amos, whilst taking issue with much of the negative, as I thought he was very good in the last three post-lockdown matches, particularly Millwall and West Brom (that one non-challenge on Callum Robinson notwithstanding, but even Romaine Sawyers played a couple of piss-poor passes in the same game!). I understand your "nice boy" line, but again I fear you have taken poetic licence to an extreme in his case. His positioning was frequently excellent, and he made some fantastically timed challenges with some very good link-up play, particularly in those last few games, and its perhaps no surprise that we were generally so much better all round given that fact. Dave McIntyre has already definitively stated that re-signing Amos is a priority for Warburton in this window, something that Warburton himself pretty much stated outright when he said that the future of the loan players (probably not including the lesser-spotted Jack Clarke) was the something he wanted to nail right away right after the West Brom game. As you rightly say, Amos clearly does have a self-belief issue, but this is fairly common amongst this generation of young twenty-something midfielders from what I've seen, even up to Premier League level. Loads of them need to understand that they have both the ability and responsibility to positively affect matches each time they put the jersey on, and that feeling sorry for yourself over one missed tackle or misplaced pass is not an option when you've got Teemu Pukki hanging around in the general vicinity. With that in mind, I think Warburton is the perfect manager to bring the best out of Luke Amos, and with Secret Policeman Ball lurking in support as the Enforcer, I think we'll see him really come good next season. On another note: for all of our combined love of the majestic and elegant Ale Faurlin, let's not forget how awful he was in his last season with us, when the flesh could simply no longer execute what the spirit was so keen to produce. Both goals in the scraped 4 - 2 home win against Rotherham (from 3 - 0 up and cruising) were down to poor touch and inability to rectify his errors, as well as at least one of the goals in that beyond dreadful 2 - 4 home FA Cup defeat against the obviously all-conquering MK Dons - a performance so bad, that no-one could bring themselves to play "Pigbag" when Fabio scored the second R's goal. As you yourself frequently say, the truth is usually to be found in the middle of the two extremes, and its as true of Ale Faurlin as it is of Luke Amos.

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Northernr added 09:31 - Aug 7 Well The Athletic says it's between us and Boro for the permanent signature so we may be about to find out...
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Myke added 09:52 - Aug 7 Indeed Clive, the fact that i have no less than six 'ifs' in there indicates my real feelings. Assuming that Sawyers won't be joining us anytime soon and with Woods sewn up elsewhere (missed opportunity?) is Amos our best 'box to box' linkman option or do you think there is better players available in our price range?
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Myke added 09:55 - Aug 7 *are (100 lines for the English teacher)
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Antti_Heinola added 13:42 - Aug 7 Great post E15Hoop - but would take issue with your assessment od Ale in his final season. A shadow of his wonderful self, yes, mistakes yes, but i thought he still played pretty well and never awful. Also, this was an injury thing. Also, when we say we wish we had an Ale person around now, it's fairly delf-evident we don't mean the one with mashed up knees.
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LazyFan added 14:02 - Aug 7 I think I agree with all those grades but Scowen's. I think a D is harsh considering we got him on a free, he always tries hard (even when he knows he's off to another club) and he is imho better than Amos who did cost us a loan fee. We also got some money for him it seems, although probably not much. https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/51275270 For me we should not have signed Amos, used Scowen more and then brought in some of the young'uns come Jan when we sold him. I hope we don't sign Amos, I am not sure he's interested in doing the dirty work of a DMC and he hasn't the passing skills of an AMC. If he's a Box to Box mid, then we have seen they don't work well at QPR ala Jordon Cousins.

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E15Hoop added 19:48 - Aug 7 Don't agree, Lazy. Look back over the last few games and see how much ground Amos covered, and how he often made a tackle followed by a quick precise "give and go" that linked play and got us moving quickly and with purpose. I lost count of how many times Scowen gave the ball away needlessly as a defensive midfielder, to his own obvious frustration as well as everyone else's. Lots of effort expended for not much advantage. Thanks for the compliment Antti. I really enjoy your knee jerks and agree with the vast majority, but we'll have to politely agree to disagree on Ale's last season. I'm not for one moment suggesting he didn't desperately want it to be different, but you could see the struggle etched on his face.

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extratimeR added 09:41 - Aug 8 Thanks Clive Great reviews, really looking forward to Chair next season, his confidence will be sky high, and he will still be relatively unknown (outside Loftus Road), a lot of weight on his shoulders if transfers happen as projected, please god will everyone give him some time, like Eze two seasons ago their will be good and bad days, that False nine could be interesting next season against specific teams. Cheers Clive!

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