Since Saturday's loss to Millwall I've been in a state of mind I never thought I'd find myself in. I'm thoroughly fed up of watching the ****e we have on offer at home every second Saturday. Players who can't string three passes together. Constant midfield and defensive errors, tactical naivety by Powell, strikers who can't score. I can't hate any of these players, they're probably some of the most passionate I've seen in a red shirt. Nor can I attribute it to them all being confidence players (last season, if we were to concede one goal, heads wouldn't drop at all, they'd fight tooth and nail until they equalised, then take the lead). Nor is it a fundamental lack of ability - Solly is the best RB outside the Prem, Wiggins one of the best LB's, Cort a solid CB, Hamer a promising keeper, Harriott has been nearly faultless, Kermorgant is a beast, Pritchard a 'midfield terrier'. I have a whole lot of love for these players, for Chris Powell and for this club. But I'm not sure if I'm willing to part with the cash required for next years season ticket. I'm not necessarily 'struggling for money', and I've seen myself as being a somewhat 'die-hard' supporter over the past few years, but my unwavering love is slowly wavering, in a way it didn't even when we watched the likes of Pavel Abbott, Alan McCormack, Frank Nouble etc.
I'm not saying I'll stop going. But I just can't motivate myself to commit to another season of watching this dross, with no hint at new signings, and having just experienced the most joyless season I can ever remember.
Am I alone in feeling this way?
Anyone got any 'magic words' they think will reaffirm my love and commitment?
I'm not saying I'll stop going. But I just can't motivate myself to commit to another season of watching this dross, with no hint at new signings, and having just experienced the most joyless season I can ever remember.
Am I alone in feeling this way?
Anyone got any 'magic words' they think will reaffirm my love and commitment?
