HERE’S TO YOU, MR ROBINSON, FOR TR YING TO PLAY
HE who dares wins? Not in the case of Karl Robinson.The MK Dons boss paid a heavy price for sending his men toe-to-toe with Chelsea.
Beaten 5-1, it should have been ten.
Which perfectly illustrates the fine balance between embarrassment and heroism.
Two days earlier, Paul Clement had taken plenty of stick for failing to throw the kitchen sink at a Manchester United side shorn of confidence and under pressure.
Similar criticisms were levelled at Paul Tisdale, whose pensionable Exeter side went out with a whimper to Liverpool.
Watching the Grecians pass themselves into submission, I couldn’t understand why they hadn’t fielded younger legs, thumped it long and tried to outmuscle a callow bunch of kids.
Why Derby hadn’t ranged their missiles at Chris Martin and flooded troops forward.
Watching the Dons shaken around like a doll in a terrier’s mouth, it was easier to compre- hend. Nevertheless, my sympathy remains with Robinson.
Call it naive. Call it idealistic. But, if I was one of those players trooping off at full-time, I’d rather know I’d been outclassed than wonder what could have been.