The absolute state of some of the utter tits on this thread and this forum:
"Yes, I know we can't buy a goal or a point, much less a win, and we're mired in the dreck at the foot of the table hurtling relentlessly towards League One, having just had our arses handed to us 5-0 by a team that hadn't had a home win since 2024 until we rolled into town, but I'm still going to sit here and spout utter bollocks about how we're somehow better off in this appalling state, than we were with a proven, successful manager, who had us challenging for promotion."
No, no we're not. We're not remotely better off with this absolute shambles, than we were when we were a competent, functioning football club.
The whole point of football is to win.
To succeed.
To progress.
To move up as far as you can.
Not to lose, fail, regress, and plummet as far as you can, as fast as you can.
Normal football fans understand this basic concept.
But not some sections of our fanbase, oh no.
The only fanbase on the planet, in which significant numbers would apparently rather be losing than winning, would rather be plummeting down the table instead of climbing up it, would rather be in a relegation scrap than a promotion race, as long as the bloke in charge hasn't committed the heinous crime of thumping his badge.
There's no wonder we're in the state we are on the pitch, when we've got so many people in our fanbase refusing to recognise, much less criticise, the self-inflicted cause of our decline and fall.