'Weekend Thoughts'

I'm struggling. I'm massively struggling to claw together any positives from another seemingly obligatory defeat on the road, also without scoring of course. I'm beginning to forget what that is like. Unfortunately this week, I'm finding myself bereft of any form of inspiration. Despite what David Moyes may say, the performance at Vicarage Road was poor. A ninety minute repeat exercise on how roll over and let opponents tickle our underbellies, just like most of our defeats this season. 

We didn't even make it difficult for Watford to bag all three points, and that's what annoys me. Whether you want to point an accusing finger at those behind the scenes, previous regimes, the manager or the players, feel free to vent your spleen because it's clear that the time for niceties is over. I've tried to 'Keep The Faith' and remind myself that 'Unity Is Strength', but now blunt and brutal honesty wins hands down. Our football club is currently on course to crash out of the top flight. The team is going through the motions and look to be expecting the inevitable. The fans expect the inevitable. Other clubs around us continue to keep their points total ticking over. 

Championship football is now staring us in the face, and the road back is a rocky one. It won't be plain sailing and the rebuilding job requires extensive surgery. The second tier is a 46 game slog; potential trips to Burton, Scunthorpe and Fleetwood certainly don't set the pulse racing. The division is graveyard for former top flight clubs, some even treading water to avoid dropping to the third tier. On Saturday evening, I cast an almost envious eye towards a resurgent Crystal Palace's win at The Bridge; to a beaming Sam Allardyce, and jealously pondered what might have been.

Michael