Another week, another match report that isn’t a match report, isn’t funny and isn’t going to end up in a “16 things” buzzfeed list. A pathetic capitulation on the pitch, Brighton fans fighting among themselves (thank goodness I didn’t take my eight year old) off it and, as I type, the worst manager I have ever seen in our job, perhaps except Jeff Wood, still in a job.
- League One football for Premier League prices
- Four players in an attacking position who have not managed a goal for over 200 minutes
- A CEO whose programme notes get ever more bizarre
- Three wins all season
- An official club twitter account that announced THAT crowd as 24,000 but is unable to muster the balls to announce it as that on television
- Our third manager in three seasons
- A team full of people on loan
- Our real players out on loan
We have no fight, no strength at all. No direction. No leadership on the pitch and ever more bizarre leadership off it.
We are in total meltdown. We are poison. I don’t want to go on Boxing Day. I might have to because my son will want to go but I have no idea how I will explain why the bad language directed towards our own players and manager is justified when I have always told him both are wrong. There are three things that need to happen to prevent this dilemma, to remove the poison, to satisfy the silent majority who were last night attempted to be silenced by club officials, stewards and the increasingly self-important twaddle coming from the NSK.
Hyypia out. Burke out. Barber out.
THIS WILL SAVE YOU MONEY TONY. YOU ARE ON THE CUSP OF LOSING NEW YOUNG FANS, TOO UPSET BY GOINGS ON, AND OF PAYING A LARGE WAGE BILL AGAINST BUMS ON SEATS OF 12,000.