Anybody else remember Family Favourites? Every Sunday on Radio 2, you could guarantee three songs would be played at the request of doting parents for their darling offspring: Puff the Magic Dragon, The Little White Bull and Three Wheels on my Wagon. Well all three could stand alongside Bubbles as our club song at the moment.
Every time Grant opens his mouth, out comes bull; the whole team play like Puff; and as for the wagon, wheels are coming off as every game goes by. Not so long ago we thumped Liverpool and hope coursed through the veins; then Grant started to bugger with the team. First time, for Stoke, it made perfect sense; so much so that I acclaimed his tactical nounce. But since then he has come over all Ranieri, buggering around with the team and tactics unnecessarily and leaving the team utterly bemused and disheartened.
Now Gabbidon has cracked, firing off a volley at West Ham fans and resigning from Twitter. It's no great loss, he hasn't ever written anything interesting, but it speaks volumes for the psychological cracks appearing. Yesterday, Cole wore a face of resignation all afternoon, smiling in disbelief every time a pass went astray. The team looked like a ship without a captain, without sails, without a boson, without an engine and, most serious of all, without any charts. In short, the "performance" was farcical. Look at today. Bolton thumped us 3-0 last week and looked superb; today they were hammered 5-0 by Stoke. That says it all!
The players have no confidence in Grant and no love for him either. We are going down if he stays in charge. Can anybody replace him for three games? Allardyce might give it a go for a hefty "Keep us up" bonus. I'd tolerate him for three matches and would back him to get us out of the Championship should we still go down. It is now time to shunt principles into a siding and back pragmatism.