Me too. Second half nailed it for me. I finally realised that it didn't matter who we played, what formation they were in, how gung-ho and attacking we were, we just weren't good enough.
Losing 1-0 to Bournemouth.... i left when the ref put 5 minutes up and was sat in the pub saying it's not a bad point that, only for some old fella to come in shouting 'the ****ing *****' it was at that point I thought '****ing away days at Crawley' rather ironic that we've been drawn to play them first.
All good shouts. I think in terms of thinking we would be League One it was learning we had lost at home to Leeds whilst I was at Gatwick Airport about to go on holiday (which following the previous result was a surprise). In terms of actually realising it and not being in denial it was that click on the fixture lists
Bournemouth at Oakwell. Steve Cook's goal. I actually laughed. Not a joyous, happy laugh. One of those other laughs. I then proceeded to leave the West Stand knowing we were goners. I said as much at the time. The Leeds game was about as horrific a game I've seen us laik though.
It's now.......... I've been online now on n off since tea time and not even been arsed looking at the fixtures. Heard the opening day ont RS. But that's it. Not arsed. Not cos it's L1. I've just lost interest in general. Sad innit