Maybe it's just me, but I think there is more going on than simply a bad spell. I don't mean we're certs for relegation, albeit I do have real concerns that we may become so. For me there seems to be something just not right, and I'm not sure any of us - and I include myself - have really properly defined what we mean. I've trawled through some crap years n my time. My Saints following goes back to the late 1940's, while my properly seeing and supporting them started in the late 1950's when I was glory hunter - Saints were pushing for promotion from Div 3 South!
I've seen some good football that struggled to bring results - we would have gone straight back into Div 2 in 1967 but for having such a potent attack. I've seen us battle our way through the late Bates era and get some success on the field, even if we were unloved by many. And of course there was the golden era of Lawrie. More often than not we've been humdrum. Yet fans still turned up. We cursed our inadequacies; we were saddened by the Blackburn exodus, but we weren't ready, as far as I can remember, to throw in the towel. The wonderful gallows humour of the final game in the Championship at Nottm Forest before we set off into the bleak unknown is a moment I treasure as a fan. We were screwed. Our club was about to go to the wall and our great rivals were lording it in the Prem. Yet we sang. We applauded our players when they came to us at the end of the game.
Then we all know how it panned out. JPT; double promotions; serious PL team. But we know we are Saints and it can all go tits up so why does this feel so different? The money involved? The knowledge that relegation would be catastrophic? Possibly, but there is something else. A distrust. A belief that this time we're being shafted by the very club we love. I have no evidence. How can I have? I'm just a thick punter. But this does feel different to '74 and '05/'08. Maybe you're right, FLT, and we've developed a sense of entitlement. I don't think I have. I just know, as someone who lives in a so-called "hot bed" of football that I have always been proud to "come out" as a Saint in the more than 4 decades I have lived here. And suddenly I don't. As I say, maybe it's just me.