I prefer Prem football. We need to get there. It's an economic imperative.
In a 46 game season, you have to grind out results. Teams that show up whenever they feel like it are middle of the table clubs that deteriorate over time to become relegated. Teams that get promoted win matches: 1-0, 5-0, who cares. Sometimes it can be pretty, sometimes it's ugly, but it's a win. There are no points for style.
We are not a winning team. We are a weak team that other clubs think they can put one over on. We spring to 4-0, 3-0 leads because we catch the other team in a state of complacency or a state in which they think they are better and therefore don't apply themselves or an exposed state caused by a tactical setup mistake. The moment they wake up and start applying themselves or sort out their tactical oh shit, we capitulate.
At a time in the season when we needed to bear down we capitulated with a sequence of 4 draws. We pissed away superior positions in games, games we should have won, wins that would today have put us in a challenging position for the play-offs. It's a not a technical deficiency. It's a deficiency in leadership and character. Teams with leadership and character wouldn't have capitulated. They would have closed ranks. They would have "kicked the shit" out of the opposition the moment there was a realization that things were coming undone. Orders would have been barked out from the touchline. But ... nothing. We were left hanging on by the skin of our teeth begging for a final whistle.
There is nothing entertaining about seeing a commanding lead evaporate from capitulation. There is nothing entertaining about going from 3-0 to 3-3 and the lingering depression from that last gasp of exasperation and relief when the final whistle goes and utter humiliation has been averted ... at home. Forgive me, but we really need to get our fucking shit together or next season will be yet another long on promise, and full of blarney and false praise on post match interviews, and way short on points. The last 4 matches are not acceptable and not in the least bit entertaining. Instead of seizing the moment, we let it slip through our fingers, how lame is that!
At least Sousa was undone at the end of his season at home against Doncaster on goal difference and a goal disallowed for hand ball .... he didn't have a real center forward all season and he had that back stabbing bastard in his squad. What's Martin's excuse. What could Sousa have accomplished with Piroe!?!