It’s the hope that kills you.
Hope of dramatic late arrivals, new faces and fresh impetus.
Hope of a lazy, penny-pinching hierarchy taking decisive action.
Hope that different players in a different formation will produce a different outcome.
Hope that Ward will tackle and not retreat.
Hope that Sako’s scud missile will be the decisive turning point.
Hope that Henry will shoot and not shy-away.
Hope that your leading scorer will fire and not fluff.
Hope that a good performance is at least a sign of better things to come.
Hope that Danny Batth can play that well every week.
But as the the clock ticks over to 11pm and the lights go off and the statement arrives, hope turns to disappointment.
Cheer up chaps, at least we didn’t sell Doyler. And there’s still the emergency loan window. Yippee!
Thanks goodness for that.
Because this is an emergency.
We hope for better.