Spent the whole afternoon running my daughter's Birthday party. Glad I didn't even try to tune in. Knew the result before we even kicked off. I told my other half to back Watford to win by three or more goals. The sad thing is, I'm shrugging off these results with ease. Last season if we'd have gone down, I'd have been gutted. The pressing game, and the team spirit were a joy to witness. Now it seems the players are resigned to losing games before they've put the shirt on ... And so are the fans, including me. The saddest thing is, I actually think the task would be easier this season, because there are four or five extremely poor sides. Just look at the woeful Wednesday pulling away..... They are a truly awful team. I don't think this bunch of players have it in them. Whilst I'll still get a ST in league One, and I may even do more away games, I'll probably be more inclined to say yes to family, and no to some games at home. This group of players have eroded pretty much all of my enthusiasm. Time for the kids.
I've no kids, so I borrowed a little dog from a friend and took him for a walk up on the moors. Was a great sunny day, good views, lovely countryside and a nice country pub for a deserved pint after the walk. Totally indifferent to the match.
Ha ha trust me if I had laid a finger on that little dog I would now be hanging by my ****** from a tree in Langsett woods.
My dog and yes he would be strung up if he hurt my little lad!! Not that he would as he's softer than Biglil
He charmed an entire pub full of walkers and tried to get off with a little lady poodle. It took all my strength to hold him back.
I didn't get out of work until 3.15pm, and when I got home r lass had got Player on all ready for me. Bless her. I'd not read my mobile at work as I was trying to dodge the F1 qualifying results so I didn't know the reds team/score or anything. I told her to listen to Boro away at Bournemouth (even though Jake can't get a game in their ***** team again) and decided to watch the F1 highlights I'd recorded instead of us at Watford. She told me we were 2-0 down and I laughed. Then carried on watching Lewis and co speed 'quietly' round Melbourne. Might make me sound a '**** fan' or summat, but there you go. I'll be at Oakwell next weekend, work permitting. My support won't diminish. But today I just knew we'd be beaten soundly. Look at the back four. If there isn't a better centre half in the Academy than M'Voto then it wants shutting down. And I'd be a better bet at left back than Kennedy despite my bad knee and 20 a day habit. So I chose to watch summat else that I love, hoping Lewis would put the Mercedes on pole. I can't therefore speak about the game today. All I know is that we lost 3-0 and by all accounts it was dreadful again and could have been a bigger thumping were it not for Luke Steele. But without watching/listening, I've still finally surrendered to the acceptance of relegation. I've never given up before, always believed. But I'm now resigned to it. If only Bobby Hassell was fit..
I did the ironing and watched White House Down. It was predictable and not very good, which is what everybody who went to Watford seem to be reporting. I can't wait for this season to be over. It more or less is already. I just can't see that bunch of chumps we keep picking stringing two wins together. And for League One (I'm not expecting us to be able to keep Crainie, Jennings or O'Grady) I'd just keep Steele, Dawson, O'Brien and some of the kids, but the rest can skulk off to whichever fool is prepared to give them a signing on fee. It's that feeling of deja vu isn't it? It feels very similar to last time we went down, whereby we went without a fight.
Funny mention it. On tuesday night when time rider cam on, no one arounf me stood up and just a few clapped half heatedly. I said to young un no ones bothered any more. I will always go to any game i can get to but im finding it a chore at the moment and as im fully expecting us to lose and go down, I think I am becoming immune to the poor results
