All the home games since lockdown and us turning shit (bar one) have been in front of an empty Bramall Lane. Bash and Billy will remember the Clough/Adkins days when a similar veil of shitness descended upon our world and we failed to deliver. The first game back we had a packed BDTBL and GCB hollered out with gusto, yet those down on the pitch served up a seasoned shit sandwich of a performance which resulted on us meekly capitulating and losing. What must have been going through the twenty odd thousand minds as they filed out from the game must have been pretty ripe. Since then we've looked outstandingly average against Swansea and dismally well below par against WBA. All of it without a goal.
The crowds are back. They have reinvested their hard earned and their faith in a disastrous collective of professional football players many believing we'd be well above the Championship standard this time out and have at least five or six points by now and a few significant goals, to broadcast we were bruised by last season but not beaten. The players need to understand the expectation, the achievements and the legacy of our club, our badge, our strip and our place in the city. They fucking should do. I was in that fucking car park two years ago and if they didn't get it then, I am astounded they don't get it now. It's one thing getting battered by a better side but showing your mettle. It's another simply recycling a failed style of play and being surprised the opposition has an answer for everything and simply stops you on every corner.
I was at the last meeting between HTFC and us. Everyone who supports SUFC knows what a massive disillusionment followed the final spot kick which condemned us to several more years of obscurity as a football club.
We need to win, and we need to win big, and win convincingly, or the fans will not forgive them and continue to not forgive them. We've had one moderately good season in the sunshine in nearly thirty years. The club and it's supporters demand and deserve more.
pommpey