Keep your own and your employee’s rallying calls to yourself, I’ve grown weary of such repetitive, meaningless drivel. I am sick of being lauded as part of the best group of fans in the country, like this pretentious accolade would somehow make everything alright.
In times gone by this customer (that’s all I feel like these days) would beam with pride when professing his allegiance to the troops in red and white, even the talentless group that took us down with a meagre 15 points. Now I see an unstoppable pandemic starting from the top and ending with the almost exclusively spineless set of players who sheepishly stroll around the pitch. The pride has gone, but I am too tired to be angry.
I’ve tried, I have really tried. I put positive spins on everything hurled at us. Paolo Di Canio, every new signing, most games, Di Canio’s sacking, Gus Poyet’s hiring and that’s just in the last few months. My positivity has run dry.
Why is this worse than the disastrous 2005-06 campaign so far? The points tally matters little (although we are on target to trump it), but those players lacked talent – not heart. This current crop of disappointments are filled with seasoned internationals, Premier League, other European leagues and even Champions League winners – yet here we are with the worst start in Premier League history.
Let me be fair, I am not surprised that changes were made on the back of Martin O’Neill’s demise, perhaps protecting investment to the first team by taking power away from the manager could be seen as a wise decision given the success of clubs elsewhere using a similar model. We recouped £20 million in transfer sales this transfer window, £6.5 million was spunked on players with no hope of first team football and most of the rest on Jozy Altidore. Sound investment, any better than how Steve Bruce fritted away the Darren Bent, Lorik Cana, Kenwyne Jones and Jordan Henderson money? Not that I am in anyway justifying that spending! Emanuele Giaccherini must cry himself to sleep the poor lad.
I guess you could say what did we expect when you hire Roberto De Fanti, a football agent with little if any qualifications as a Director of Football yet give him that role anyway.
Maybe you do have the club’s best interest at heart but at what level have you warranted any level of confidence from me? I am struggling to think of a decision made at the club for a very long time which I would describe as a good one. If Poyet proves to be another poor decision we will be relegated. What then? You talk about avoiding relegation at all cost – is this because there is no plan?
I remember that Niall Quinn had a plan with Bruce, they talked about it all the time – this ‘five year’ plan. Unfortunately, Bruce didn’t work out and since then the future has been ignored to the extent that it has become a black hole full of uncertainty. Where are we? Where are we going?
Poyet easily has the toughest job in the Premier League yet I’ll still be at every home game – even if the seemingly inevitable relegation does loom. Call me stupid and perhaps I need to join a support group or find something that may bring me a modicum of happiness instead of the misery that has become the norm. That’s what we do as football supporters, we don’t just watch in despair as our club spirals into chaos away from us – we cling on in despair and won’t let go.
Hold yourself another board meeting and forget about money for just one moment. Stand up and scour your eyes across each individual in that room and ask yourself – what on earth do any of them know about running a football club? Look on the football pitch and scour your eyes across each player timidly pulling on our shirt which did at some point in history mean something – how many of them have the knackers to save us?
Sure there are parasites in the dressing room, which is well documented if written predominantly milder than it should be. Whilst very few (if any) are blameless for the clubs current plight, ultimately you are the man responsible for it all. Whether we get out of this mess or not, things must be sorted out. Our foundations must be reinforced with something a little more lasting than sticky tape.
This is my plea to you to save my football club. Please.
A desperate fan.
P.S. Whoever runs the Twitter account deserves a big Christmas bonus!
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