So there you have it! We played Cardiff at home and lost 1-0. We played Leeds and were lucky to draw 2-2 courtesy of an own goal. We played Pompey and needed a player sent off to win the game. We played Peterborough and needed a dubious penalty to steal three points.
So I was critical. I warned that no corner had been turned. I said that we lacked creativity. I warned that the team lacked shape, that Nolan was misfiring, that Cole wouldn't get us enough goals, that the squad was packed with has beens and nearly beens and will never ever bees! I said the failure to score at home would cost us promotion. I warned that we had beaten nobody yet. I told you that you were all buying a line, that we were in the top four because we had been blessed with an incredibly easy set of fixtures at the start of the season. I told you that we would hit trouble when we met a decent team.
And what did you say in reply? Want to check back on the comments? We were simply taking time to gel. That we would get fitter and fitter under Allardyce. That we were on course for promotion. That I was a negative mug for daring to question the success that we had enjoyed so far.
Fitter? How many goals have we now conceded in the last 10 minutes of games? On course for promotion? When you can't put more than one goal in the opposition net when playing at home against 11 men? Turned a corner? Really?
And did I warn you about Bowyer before the kick off?
But never mind eh? The squad is brilliant. We are storming this division. Allardyce is a genius and a winner. Everything in the garden is coming up claret and blue and smelling of roses.
I hate to say I told you so but....
To all you "Don't panic" mugs, how about listening instead of gobbing off in future?