The last time I wrote a blog straight after a game was at Aston Villa at home a couple of years ago on the opening day of the season. We had lost 3-1. It was a a pathetic performance from a pathetic side.
Role on a 2 and a half year and here I am. At 10.30 at night. On a Victoria Line back to Walthamstow. Writing tomorrow mornings blog.
Part of me wants to throw myself under the train. Or drink a bottle of bleach. Or masturbate with a handful of nettles. Anything to create pain, to end the pain, of what I just saw.
I am in a bad place. A very bad place.
They say it is the hope that kills you. Well it is very close to killing me. I have started to wonder why? What’s the paint?
A 0-0 draw at home to Southampton. That follows a failure to beat Chelsea, Stoke & Liverpool.
3 points from 12.
No wins in 4.
No goals in 3.
Fallen to 4th in the league. Below that lot down the road.
City won. Leicester won. Spurs won. Even United won. We are goin from title race o being happy with 4th again!
I wish that train would come quicker. Would hit harder. To end it all. Then again. Who would play in goal Thursday night at Chingford goals? I’m needed. Get your head in gear Dan.
The fact is, in 3 transfer windows, we have signed one outfield player. And he wasn’t even in the squad tonight.
Are we being serious when we sit and say there is “no one better available”???
We bought on two subs tonight. One of them was Coquelin, a defensive midfielder. Are we the. Getting told that there is no one, in 3 transfer windows, who could have even sat on our bench. An option to come on. To improve things? 0 goals in 3 games. And there is no better.
F**k it, I’m out. Bye.