Unfortunately Work had other ideas. Ah well.
Daft thing is the inevitability of our demise now leaves us with afternoons of stress-free football. A hammering? So what - we've been easily dissected by ordinary sides like Rochdale, so the prospect of getting sliced apart by promotion candidates merely elicits gallows humour. A bit like when the disgraced Stuart Hall used to say 'We can sit back and laugh at everyone else' when the British team were knocked out of 'Jeux Sans Frontiers' (under forties ask your folks).
Then of course every minute that passes without embarrassment brings a kinda pressure upon the home side.
Yeah, sorry; my contribution to April Fools Day.
A manager who some might argue doesn't wanna be here? A club secretary (or whatever Carson's calling himself these days) who doesn't wanna be here? An owner who clearly doesn't wanna be here? And of course a plethora of players who won't be here beyond the season's end.
I'm told Town are sevens for an away win at the bookies. 'What, hundreds or thousands to one?' I responded.
Anyway, here's my feeble attempt at a game thread for those who haven't joined the four figure following reportedly making the gig. Those running CFC really don't deserve them.
This post has been edited by MDCCCLXVI: 01 April 2017 - 11:45 AM