Back from my first game of this season

Oh dearly me, two very poor sides but had us shading it and for a bit of composure should've won, some nice intricate football in midfield without really troubling Reading, we were gifted a goal and never really stepped up to gain a bigger advantage.
The entire back line of ours gives me the shakes, Diaby is as clumsy as Frank Spencer, Ben William's is as dim as Betty Spencer and his replacement Sibbick is just a rank bad footballer.
Bahre got MOM presumably because he'd brought some good stuff back from a German christmas market, Mowatt looked better than any other player in a red shirt and he had an off day, Woodrow scored a gift goal and missed a sitter right at the end, so, all in all, I'm cold, miserable, disillusioned and a tad angry and so I shall kiss the dog pat the wife and toddle of to feather.