Morning all. Back to normal again, which is me not attending a game. Shame.
A defeat to Pork Vale last weekend ended up as a disappointment to me more than a frustration, which is strange way for me to feel after a football match. But the signs were there that we are really quite a good football team, and even I - with my Roy Keane obsession - found that hard to ignore. OK, so the second half drifted away from us and we lost our composure at the front and back, but should that destroy the momentum and confidence our side has built up over the past 7 weeks? Should it buggery. In the immortal words of Andy Thorn: We go again.
And go we do, to Northampton, to play Brentford at a neutral venue.
Don't mind me. I'll just wear mine on the sofa.
Continuing this blog's theme of apathy and resentment (even though the bosses are having a go at getting my our points back), this week's ramble is going to be brief.
By brief, I mean in effort and time invested, rather than word count, which I have to admit I have very little control over. These fingers just type until I get to the prediction part. They've worn me down.
The season is drawing to a close, and after an inexplicable pounding at the Bescott earlier in the week, we're struggling to even pretend that a points reinstatement will mean anything, if the miracle happens and we somehow manage to worm ourselves out of this one.
Next we welcome Brentford to our bleak little part of the world. Can we get a grip of ourselves?
There's always hope that we'll one day be afforded the same fortune that we offer out so readily ourselves, but as we look take on a good Brentford team at Griffin Park, it's still proving difficult to gauge which direction the Sky Blues' season is heading.