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2025-26 #PortalSZN Thread

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Feb 14, 2026 at 10:00 PM
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  1. Seaofred92 Seaofred92
Eh people wanting a RB2 to spell EJ is a little different than the current situation

Nobody said the same thing last year. Everyone was excited because EJ was coming back.

We pry should have grabbed a guy for depth, but we lucked out and EJ stayed healthy.
Plenty of people said that. There was debate over whether we should have paid Dowdel instead, even into a few weeks into the season.
 
We did almost all of our scoring this year in the first few weeks of the year so I have no idea what you are talking about
Did you forget the red zone struggles early, particularly in the ground game? Yes we scored alot vs HCU and Akron, but look at the other if you forgot I spose.
 
People said the same thing last year. I really think Nelson can be a dude.
EJ had nearly 600 yards and 5.1 yards per carry last year

Nelson had 147 yards this year, with 88 coming in the bowl game against a team that was giving up over 200 yards a game in the second half of the season.

The coaches must not have trusted him if he averaged just barely over one carry per game.
 
OYE! Whistle.

For fuck’s sake… all of you whiny little cunts—“Matt Rhule this, Nebraska sucks that, we’ll never win again, recruiting’s trash, nobody wants us, we should be this, we should be that…” Christ on a fucking bike, shut the fuck up! You lot sound like a funeral and a bloody comedy show rolled into one. Pathetic. Soft. Fucking weak.

And let’s add the rest of this shitshow: our defensive recruits are too small, our offensive line is too fat, AND WE HAVE NO FUCKING RUNNING BACK. ONE LOT CAN’T HIT HARD ENOUGH, THE OTHER LOT CAN’T MOVE! And THEN—then!—we hire some wanker from a community college like it’s a charity project. “Trust the process,” my arse! Meanwhile, we did hire from Miami… just not the RIGHT Miami. Oh no, that would’ve made too much fucking sense, wouldn’t it?!

And Matt Rhule? Total arsehole to Ekler. Yeah, he’s leaving. Not that Ekler hasn’t been at more schools than the Mighty Ducks man himself, Dylan Fucking Raiola, but still—what a goddamn disaster.

Here’s the thing you lot don’t get: we spend all our time sitting on the outside, guessing what these kids are gonna do out there, then coming back at halftime to moan and complain when it’s not exactly what we imagined. We don’t know what it’s like in the locker room. We’re not on the pitch with them. We can’t look them in the eyes and push them to be better than they ever thought they could be. But you? You just sit there judging, whining, acting like the world owes you a victory.

And that’s why all this moaning is useless. Judging and complaining won’t fix a defensive line that can’t hit, an offensive line that can’t move, or the fact we have no running back. It won’t stop Ekler from leaving, and it sure as fuck won’t fix hiring the wrong Miami or a community college wanker.

STOP. FUCKING. WHINING.
Stop pointing fingers. Stop crying. Stop acting like life owes you a win.

Grow a fucking pair. Back the team. Demand better by putting in the work. Scrape. Fight. Bleed. Stop being pathetic. Or just stay home and keep crying—it’s all you’re good at anyway.
 
OYE! Whistle.

For fuck’s sake… all of you whiny little cunts—“Matt Rhule this, Nebraska sucks that, we’ll never win again, recruiting’s trash, nobody wants us, we should be this, we should be that…” Christ on a fucking bike, shut the fuck up! You lot sound like a funeral and a bloody comedy show rolled into one. Pathetic. Soft. Fucking weak.

And let’s add the rest of this shitshow: our defensive recruits are too small, our offensive line is too fat, AND WE HAVE NO FUCKING RUNNING BACK. ONE LOT CAN’T HIT HARD ENOUGH, THE OTHER LOT CAN’T MOVE! And THEN—then!—we hire some wanker from a community college like it’s a charity project. “Trust the process,” my arse! Meanwhile, we did hire from Miami… just not the RIGHT Miami. Oh no, that would’ve made too much fucking sense, wouldn’t it?!

And Matt Rhule? Total arsehole to Ekler. Yeah, he’s leaving. Not that Ekler hasn’t been at more schools than the Mighty Ducks man himself, Dylan Fucking Raiola, but still—what a goddamn disaster.

Here’s the thing you lot don’t get: we spend all our time sitting on the outside, guessing what these kids are gonna do out there, then coming back at halftime to moan and complain when it’s not exactly what we imagined. We don’t know what it’s like in the locker room. We’re not on the pitch with them. We can’t look them in the eyes and push them to be better than they ever thought they could be. But you? You just sit there judging, whining, acting like the world owes you a victory.

And that’s why all this moaning is useless. Judging and complaining won’t fix a defensive line that can’t hit, an offensive line that can’t move, or the fact we have no running back. It won’t stop Ekler from leaving, and it sure as fuck won’t fix hiring the wrong Miami or a community college wanker.

STOP. FUCKING. WHINING.
Stop pointing fingers. Stop crying. Stop acting like life owes you a win.

Grow a fucking pair. Back the team. Demand better by putting in the work. Scrape. Fight. Bleed. Stop being pathetic. Or just stay home and keep crying—it’s all you’re good at anyway.
Perhaps message boards aren't your thing. Just saying.
 
OYE! Whistle.

For fuck’s sake… all of you whiny little cunts—“Matt Rhule this, Nebraska sucks that, we’ll never win again, recruiting’s trash, nobody wants us, we should be this, we should be that…” Christ on a fucking bike, shut the fuck up! You lot sound like a funeral and a bloody comedy show rolled into one. Pathetic. Soft. Fucking weak.

And let’s add the rest of this shitshow: our defensive recruits are too small, our offensive line is too fat, AND WE HAVE NO FUCKING RUNNING BACK. ONE LOT CAN’T HIT HARD ENOUGH, THE OTHER LOT CAN’T MOVE! And THEN—then!—we hire some wanker from a community college like it’s a charity project. “Trust the process,” my arse! Meanwhile, we did hire from Miami… just not the RIGHT Miami. Oh no, that would’ve made too much fucking sense, wouldn’t it?!

And Matt Rhule? Total arsehole to Ekler. Yeah, he’s leaving. Not that Ekler hasn’t been at more schools than the Mighty Ducks man himself, Dylan Fucking Raiola, but still—what a goddamn disaster.

Here’s the thing you lot don’t get: we spend all our time sitting on the outside, guessing what these kids are gonna do out there, then coming back at halftime to moan and complain when it’s not exactly what we imagined. We don’t know what it’s like in the locker room. We’re not on the pitch with them. We can’t look them in the eyes and push them to be better than they ever thought they could be. But you? You just sit there judging, whining, acting like the world owes you a victory.

And that’s why all this moaning is useless. Judging and complaining won’t fix a defensive line that can’t hit, an offensive line that can’t move, or the fact we have no running back. It won’t stop Ekler from leaving, and it sure as fuck won’t fix hiring the wrong Miami or a community college wanker.

STOP. FUCKING. WHINING.
Stop pointing fingers. Stop crying. Stop acting like life owes you a win.

Grow a fucking pair. Back the team. Demand better by putting in the work. Scrape. Fight. Bleed. Stop being pathetic. Or just stay home and keep crying—it’s all you’re good at anyway.
A lot to unpack here.
But you really like Roy Kent don’t you
 
OYE! Whistle.

For fuck’s sake… all of you whiny little cunts—“Matt Rhule this, Nebraska sucks that, we’ll never win again, recruiting’s trash, nobody wants us, we should be this, we should be that…” Christ on a fucking bike, shut the fuck up! You lot sound like a funeral and a bloody comedy show rolled into one. Pathetic. Soft. Fucking weak.

And let’s add the rest of this shitshow: our defensive recruits are too small, our offensive line is too fat, AND WE HAVE NO FUCKING RUNNING BACK. ONE LOT CAN’T HIT HARD ENOUGH, THE OTHER LOT CAN’T MOVE! And THEN—then!—we hire some wanker from a community college like it’s a charity project. “Trust the process,” my arse! Meanwhile, we did hire from Miami… just not the RIGHT Miami. Oh no, that would’ve made too much fucking sense, wouldn’t it?!

And Matt Rhule? Total arsehole to Ekler. Yeah, he’s leaving. Not that Ekler hasn’t been at more schools than the Mighty Ducks man himself, Dylan Fucking Raiola, but still—what a goddamn disaster.

Here’s the thing you lot don’t get: we spend all our time sitting on the outside, guessing what these kids are gonna do out there, then coming back at halftime to moan and complain when it’s not exactly what we imagined. We don’t know what it’s like in the locker room. We’re not on the pitch with them. We can’t look them in the eyes and push them to be better than they ever thought they could be. But you? You just sit there judging, whining, acting like the world owes you a victory.

And that’s why all this moaning is useless. Judging and complaining won’t fix a defensive line that can’t hit, an offensive line that can’t move, or the fact we have no running back. It won’t stop Ekler from leaving, and it sure as fuck won’t fix hiring the wrong Miami or a community college wanker.

STOP. FUCKING. WHINING.
Stop pointing fingers. Stop crying. Stop acting like life owes you a win.

Grow a fucking pair. Back the team. Demand better by putting in the work. Scrape. Fight. Bleed. Stop being pathetic. Or just stay home and keep crying—it’s all you’re good at anyway.
This is unbelievably stupid.
 
Did you forget the red zone struggles early, particularly in the ground game? Yes we scored alot vs HCU and Akron, but look at the other if you forgot I spose.
So you mean just the cincy game? I think most were more mad that our OL was complete booty
 
OYE! Whistle.

For fuck’s sake… all of you whiny little cunts—“Matt Rhule this, Nebraska sucks that, we’ll never win again, recruiting’s trash, nobody wants us, we should be this, we should be that…” Christ on a fucking bike, shut the fuck up! You lot sound like a funeral and a bloody comedy show rolled into one. Pathetic. Soft. Fucking weak.

And let’s add the rest of this shitshow: our defensive recruits are too small, our offensive line is too fat, AND WE HAVE NO FUCKING RUNNING BACK. ONE LOT CAN’T HIT HARD ENOUGH, THE OTHER LOT CAN’T MOVE! And THEN—then!—we hire some wanker from a community college like it’s a charity project. “Trust the process,” my arse! Meanwhile, we did hire from Miami… just not the RIGHT Miami. Oh no, that would’ve made too much fucking sense, wouldn’t it?!

And Matt Rhule? Total arsehole to Ekler. Yeah, he’s leaving. Not that Ekler hasn’t been at more schools than the Mighty Ducks man himself, Dylan Fucking Raiola, but still—what a goddamn disaster.

Here’s the thing you lot don’t get: we spend all our time sitting on the outside, guessing what these kids are gonna do out there, then coming back at halftime to moan and complain when it’s not exactly what we imagined. We don’t know what it’s like in the locker room. We’re not on the pitch with them. We can’t look them in the eyes and push them to be better than they ever thought they could be. But you? You just sit there judging, whining, acting like the world owes you a victory.

And that’s why all this moaning is useless. Judging and complaining won’t fix a defensive line that can’t hit, an offensive line that can’t move, or the fact we have no running back. It won’t stop Ekler from leaving, and it sure as fuck won’t fix hiring the wrong Miami or a community college wanker.

STOP. FUCKING. WHINING.
Stop pointing fingers. Stop crying. Stop acting like life owes you a win.

Grow a fucking pair. Back the team. Demand better by putting in the work. Scrape. Fight. Bleed. Stop being pathetic. Or just stay home and keep crying—it’s all you’re good at anyway.
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