We are being lied to when it comes to words uttered either by Steve Lansdown or the new man Ashton. I've had it with the promises and the tongue in cheek statements about we are preparing for the Premier League when really our management couldn't organise a piss up in a brewery. Serious well experienced candidates are beating down our door was the feel good factor thrown at us just a few short weeks ago, but if the latest almost dead cert shoe in is appointed then I'm off to pastures new where I can believe and enjoy what I hear.
The 6-8 million pounds bandied around earlier in the season was a bunch of guff dreamed up by our leader to make us think he still cares enough to make us followers of his me only mandate to the end. Why does my cynical mind want to think that there never were either top class players or managers flocking down the M4 or M5 to join us in our fight for survival and progression when it doesn't take a rocket scientist to spot from the moon that Bristol City is a dictatorship now equipped with a new, but clearly not improved, propaganda minister to do his bidding (oops sorry not a word in the Ashton Gate directory of business of phrases).
I know cider impairs the ability to function but following this traditional carnival procession, complete with our very own pantomime horse, that is Bristol City makes me wonder if long term use softens the brain enough to actually believe the crap being fed to us on an ongoing basis? History, and the lies and deception contained therein, has been our worst enemy over the years and what so many of have patiently waited to hear was something we could actually hang our star on for the future. This most recent, although totally predictable, fiasco has left me wondering why I actually bother when it is now obvious that our fearless leader is only interested in himself and his non- workable agenda.
When is he going to wake up and smell the roses and realise that we all want him, and Bristol City, to succeed, but all the time he keeps his head where the sun doesn't shine he hasn't got a hope in hell. Listen to the rumblings Steve and do something special but I won't hold my breath for reality to finally kick in.
The 6-8 million pounds bandied around earlier in the season was a bunch of guff dreamed up by our leader to make us think he still cares enough to make us followers of his me only mandate to the end. Why does my cynical mind want to think that there never were either top class players or managers flocking down the M4 or M5 to join us in our fight for survival and progression when it doesn't take a rocket scientist to spot from the moon that Bristol City is a dictatorship now equipped with a new, but clearly not improved, propaganda minister to do his bidding (oops sorry not a word in the Ashton Gate directory of business of phrases).
I know cider impairs the ability to function but following this traditional carnival procession, complete with our very own pantomime horse, that is Bristol City makes me wonder if long term use softens the brain enough to actually believe the crap being fed to us on an ongoing basis? History, and the lies and deception contained therein, has been our worst enemy over the years and what so many of have patiently waited to hear was something we could actually hang our star on for the future. This most recent, although totally predictable, fiasco has left me wondering why I actually bother when it is now obvious that our fearless leader is only interested in himself and his non- workable agenda.
When is he going to wake up and smell the roses and realise that we all want him, and Bristol City, to succeed, but all the time he keeps his head where the sun doesn't shine he hasn't got a hope in hell. Listen to the rumblings Steve and do something special but I won't hold my breath for reality to finally kick in.
