I'm desperately clinging onto any grain of hope but being shouted down for it. I give up. This defence makes me miss Georges Santos, the midfield make me miss the pace of Steve Palmer and as for Celer, can we sub him off for the chap I just saw standing in The Paddock using crutches? Can we get a manager that realises it isn't about playing beautiful football because that means jack diddly when you never score...and if you want to score, trying playing two strikers instead of sending Celer on what is essentially a 90 minute solitude retreat twice a week. That feels better.
