It was grim, very grim. Wigan were distinctly average & pretty negative (Sam Morsy effectively played as an extra centre half; they played a dwarf up front on his own), but got gifted a couple of goals & that was that, no way back. We were rigid, very limited, uninspiring, & intent on keeping shape at all costs. But we still conceded twice, incredibly softly. And we never created a chance worthy of the name.
The concept "Bramall Lane as fortress" was buried long ago.
What's worst of all is there's no vision/masterplan/prospect of getting out of this malaise. We're effectively relying on luck.
What a fucking shambles.
Couldn't even be arsed booing at the end. We're fucked.