Thursday 29 September 2011

Losing Ugly

Marcus Law, what a bum. Inherits a team that’s forgotten how to score and steers them to mid table with some encouraging performances.

Not good enough. Off you go.

Wicksteed Park. New dawn. New manager. On my life it won’t be Morell Maison.

One week later, MM back in charge. “Everybody deserves a second chance”.

Pre-season, we look good against League players disinclined to tackle, and struggle against non-League players who compete.

Nothing to worry about, this squad is dynamite.

Although they look like they spent the summer eating pies or sunbathing.

First game, cup tie atmosphere, we sneak a late win. Against opposition now even lower in the table than we are.

Seven games, bubble burst, leaking goals, MM steps down.

Twelve games, still shit. Ripped apart by teams low on confidence and points.

Punch up between strikers destined to be a minor Youtube classic.

Majority of squad on transfer list.

Bookies stopped taking odds on a home defeat.

And it’s still September.

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