Abject loan failure of the season
Long gone are the Mowbray days when we fielded a team of Premier League teenagers in amongst a few legitimately contracted Coventry players. Robins viewed the loan market as something of a last chance saloon; the preserve of the damned, the desperate, and, worse, Kyel Reid.
As we’ve discussed, Duckens Nazon was a universal hit after signing at the start of the season – with the fans at least. Robins barely bothered to conceal his utter contempt for the caprice of the enigmatic French Haitian. His name is Duckens Nazon Mark. He does what it says on the tin; although if Duckens did come in a tin, it would probably be the carved out of the hull of a pineapple, embossed with eaves of glitter and tinsel, and covered with the word NAZON 48 times. Mark, you can’t haul him off at halftime for doing kick ups in his own penalty area because you thought you were signing Geoff Horsfield’s cousin – let him be free.
Jonson Clarke-Harris came in and did a job: namely scaring the life out of Jordan Shipley and Maxime Biamou so comprehensively that they both turned into world beaters overnight. I can count on a couple of fingers actual good games that he had, and I don’t have enough fingers to count the number of aggressive verbal scaldings he doled out on the pitch, but perhaps his hard-bastard, cell-dodging, gun-tattoo sketching, gold-teeth grinning, big-butt chest-puff swaggering demeanour helped out the dressing-room in some way. He certainly made us a shit load more terrifying.
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