Over on the Org, a poster has whipped up a storm by saying that he wants the club to lose every game between now and the end of the season if it will secure the sacking of Allardyce, and whilst I couldn't ever want us to lose, I know where he is coming from.
This weekend may well go down as one of the blackest in the history of the club. True we fought back to draw the game, but the team selection, tactics and performance in the first half said everything that needs to be said about Allardyce. And the second half showed even more because it illustrated perfectly what I and others have been saying for ages, that our struggles are down to the caution and negativity of the manager. Go for it in this division and the opposition fold. But going for it isn't a concept Allardyce understands.
Meanwhile, Reading and Southampton continued on their merry ways, attacking the opposition and taking them apart. Contrast Southampton's performance when a goal ahead against Doncaster with ours. One wasn't enough for the Saints was it? And were they ever troubled, was the result ever any doubt? Look at the happy fans in the New Dell and the Madjeski, and compare the smiles of their fans with the furrowed brows of ours. THERE is the perfect example of how the players inspire the fans! You give the fans something to cheer about!
And as we slip further behind in the promotion race, Sullivan and Gold submit the new bid to turn us from owner occupiers of a heritage home into tenants in a soulless bowl. And if we miss out on promotion this season and miss out again next, tell me, what's it going to be like watching Championship football through binoculars in the Olympic Stadium?
The club my father raised me to support and that I raised my son to support is dying before our very eyes. The "football" that Allardyce insists upon is alien to everything our club stands for and soon the stadium will be alien too. In time, the real fans, the Lyall and Greenwood generation, will die out, leaving behind the "Green Street" inspired morons. And, of course Sullivan and Gold, will go to the great Dildo Land in the sky too, sooner rather than later in all probability. And what will remain then? I shudder to think. But without a stadium to call our own, what's to stop somebody simply closing down "the franchise" or moving it to Milton Keynes?