First trip to Oakwell this season. Beaten by an astonishingly ordinary Blackpool side, but one that worked hard with some semblance of organisation about them. Barnsley? Oh dear. Took to the field with the demeanour of your average pub side. Rely completely on the odd flash of individual skill that might have nicked a point on another day. Not one teeny-weeny bit of teamwork or joined-up thinking about them. Hammill - class act; I'd get out quick son, before we drag you down. Yet again hoofed it long, on a blustery afternoon, up against some big lads at the back. Go figure. In the five minutes before the break when, for some reason, we played the ball to feet, we looked reasonably dangerous, but I think was by accident rather than design. Davey might as well go to Meadowhall with his missus, such is his input to proceedings.</p> Awful, awful, awful (Hammill apart) Davey out. </p>
