That is very true. Always done well in that department bar the odd exception.
That is subjective.
As i said keeping is very much a confidence thing and often dependent on what's in front of you. Barts confidence must have taken a hit in recent times. Concedes a 93rd minute goal against Southampton which denied us a point. Then concedes three in each of his next two games. He's been in goal for quite a few spankings this season. For all we know we may have been dropped to take some pressure off of him. We don't see what goes on in training or behind closed doors. I don't think we lost that game because of the keeper. We lost because they are a level above us and were going to be put under a lot of pressure after we took the lead.
He is and quite a few fans said it should have ended when he played like a clown and conceded four against Reading in the cup. To his credit he has redeemed himself.
Just as well he isn't you then isn't squire
He's probably getting very well paid and is unlikely to get that elsewhere as i can't see another club chasing him now. This will be his final big payday. Don't forget we took him from Ipswich after they were relegated with a minus 41 goal difference- He also missed being relegated by the skin of his teeth and three points when at Notts county back in 2014.
He's not the messiah he's a very naughty boy
Right now for a confession seeing as we're on about goalkeepers.
Young Peckham Lion was a very very good goal goalkeeper. I was the kid at school that always had a holes in the kness of his trousers from diving about on concrete. I was also the kid that always had a ball under his arm that would go to parks/other estates looking for a game. The older boys would let me join in but always in goal. When i was 12/13 i was playing with 15/16 year olds. I was tall for my age which helped. I was also fearless and had no problems coming off my line and diving at the feet of strikers. i didn't care if i got a boot in the face.
Those balls were hard and heavy back then and fucking evil when they were wet and it was cold cause me hands would be numb. My old man was an ex pro and trained me from a young age. By the time i was 8/9 i knew how to narrow down your angles, when to come or stay on your line, when or not to leave my line to claim a cross.
I played in goal for my school and for a sunday team. I constantly practiced. Anyway when i was 14 i was approached by a scout who was working foe a pro club one sunday when i played for my team. Same game i'd make some cracking saves along with saving a penalty and the rebound. I went for trials with the club i was scouted for. I was later accepted on schoolboy terms.
I had a very tough upbringing at home, had a short fuse and could look after myself. That became a problem and what stopped me from kicking on with the football. I got sent off twice playing for the club that signed me. Once for nutting an opponent that had slyly done me in the ribs twice when his team had corners. First time i let it go, the second time i saw red and stuck the nut on him which put him on his arse with a broken nose. I was called in and told that i needed to work on my temper and leave it to the officials to deal with things.
Second time i got my marching orders was for losing my rag and battering an opponent that spat in my face during a pushing and shoving incident involing everyone on the pitch. I had to be dragged off of the cunt who was out cold by this stage. Got called in next training day by the development bloke and two coaches. They said my lack of discipline was a major concern and unacceptable. I couldn't promise that i wouldn't react the same if it was to happen again. I just couldn't understand or see how i was expected not to react to getting a mouthful of spit in my face. I told them that. That didn't go down well with the coaches who kept saying you just have except and it act in a professional manner. I got suspended for a month and told to work on my temper. i never went back.
The club was Palace
I have never once regretted how it panned out and did okay from the other path i went down.