This is All Quite Familiar
Last day of the season, nothing left to play for, result no longer matters; I wrote it and you’ve read it all before, either here or somewhere else, and even with the result today it’s no less true. Three more points on the tally wouldn’t have put us above Everton. Our neighbors shocked Newcastle to kill off any hope of the Tyneside outfit qualifying for the Champions League and finish above their closest rivals for the first time in 5 years. That’s not the problem.
Winning just the Carling Cup? Not the problem. Playing with all the invention of a dug up corpse? That’s the problem. Leaving nothing on the pitch at the end of the match? That’s a problem. Lackadaisical disregard for our club, our history and most importantly our fans? You better believe that’s a problem.
I don’t know where the root of all evil springs from. The more time I spend trying to figure it out, the less it all makes sense. There’s a season review coming up — an exercise in sadism — maybe I’ll find some words for that. After today’s result, the last thing I want to do is think about or discuss our current predicament.
-steven.