The season has started with a whimper and the natives are restless; the clock would appear to be ticking for Mr Robson whose pleas for patience appear to have fallen on deaf ears.
Rumblings of discontent, never far away at the best of times, grow louder and more frequent both inside and outside of Bramall lane; comparisons to dark days of managers past are there for all to see.
As winter approaches, along with the self appointed 10 game deadline upon which Robson wanted to be judged, the league table starts to take shape and the comfortable excuses of early season unfamiliarity and premiership hangovers carry less weight.
And so it shall be a chilly Tuesday evening in early October that the charge back to the premiership begins. With bovrel in hand and an uneasy feeling of uncertainty we bear witness to the changing of the tides when we put behind us all the injustice, self pity, in fighting and discontent that has sprung up in recent weeks and months.
We have no divine right to get 3 points each game, but we damn sure have the fans to drum up the kind of atmosphere that will make teams want to just give us the 3 points and get the hell out of dodge.
If the players are lacking passion and heart; let us show them the way by turning the lane into a roaring inferno. Let them see that we won’t go quietly back into the doldrums; lets show the kind of passion that has seen us defy the odds so many times in the past.
Put your feeling towards Robson to one side for one last game and help our club get back on track; we are all blades afterall.
COME ON YOU RED AND WHITE WIZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDS!
Rumblings of discontent, never far away at the best of times, grow louder and more frequent both inside and outside of Bramall lane; comparisons to dark days of managers past are there for all to see.
As winter approaches, along with the self appointed 10 game deadline upon which Robson wanted to be judged, the league table starts to take shape and the comfortable excuses of early season unfamiliarity and premiership hangovers carry less weight.
And so it shall be a chilly Tuesday evening in early October that the charge back to the premiership begins. With bovrel in hand and an uneasy feeling of uncertainty we bear witness to the changing of the tides when we put behind us all the injustice, self pity, in fighting and discontent that has sprung up in recent weeks and months.
We have no divine right to get 3 points each game, but we damn sure have the fans to drum up the kind of atmosphere that will make teams want to just give us the 3 points and get the hell out of dodge.
If the players are lacking passion and heart; let us show them the way by turning the lane into a roaring inferno. Let them see that we won’t go quietly back into the doldrums; lets show the kind of passion that has seen us defy the odds so many times in the past.
Put your feeling towards Robson to one side for one last game and help our club get back on track; we are all blades afterall.
COME ON YOU RED AND WHITE WIZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDS!
