I've decided to stay away from anything football, no Sky Sports, no BBC, nothing. I'm dead to it all at the moment, I watched the game on Setanta, I didnt go and hats off to the ones that did. My heart goes out to every soul on that terrace. We were bad, did we deserve to lose? Probably not, but I don't know where we go from here. The heart and soul of our once great club is going through a slow and painful death, its been happening for a few years, so although we arent surprised at not being in the Championship anymore, or us selling our saleable assets, but the trend towards the abyss is; its horrific; heartwrenching to watch. I've read on here that Altringham were the best team; they weren't in reality, if we'd have put our chances away then we'd have won easy, having said that we still didnt dominate like a team thats divisions and millions of pounds apart in budget and resources, now that was embarassing. Players passing to ball boys on a regular basis, Captains falling over, well paid pros not putting a proper shift in and managers not able to motivate them in the first place. I'm not going to get onto the running of the club because its just hot air that won't make a difference, theres no other takers so thats that. The only controllable thing PC can do is sack LJ, but we know that won't make a difference because the last 8 managers in the last 8 years have all struggled as well, so whats the point. Whats the point in anything BFC at the moment. We've got some cocks in charge at Oakwell, dunno which one to blame to be honest, they've all got to take responsibility one way or the other, and we've got a womble as manager who seems completely lost in what to do, tactics all over the place, no ambition to get men forward to support the 1 striker we have, its a recipe for disaster. As this marriage now seems to be for the long haul, its only natural that over time this couple of lovers give birth to 11 cockwombles that take the field in red shirts. Its a ******* disaster waiting to happen, in fact its happened. And I for one am gutted, but nowhere near as much as those passionate bunch of men and women that made the trip today.
Well said! Every weekend I end up feeling miserable and helpless, yet I can't tear myself away. We're drifting towards nothingness
