The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]

I can be upset but I shouldn’t be angry.

In reality, what we’ve achieved this season is more than we have achieved in years.

Only a few years ago we were constantly teetering on the edge of relegation … so the fact we were so close to making the playoffs is worthy of celebration.

Except …

This was the season.

This was where destiny was in our hands over and over again.

This was where we were battling for an automatic promotion place.

But we just threw things away, like we had a death wish.

Going from winning positions with a few minutes left of the game to somehow conspiring to drawing or losing.

It happens. But it’s happened way too much.

Hell, it even happened in this match. Upto the last 20 minutes of the last game of the whole season, we were in a playoff position.

Then we hit the self-destruct button.

Again.

And so here we are.

A season that promised so much but ended up delivering what we all feared or expected.

And while the highs were euphoria highs of possibilities and excitement, the lows are like being dragged through a gravel drive.

We should have known.

We should have expected it.

It’s not like we’ve been here before.

Like every year for the past 20+ years.

And while the painful realisation came much later than it has in all the times previously – and I still think our manager is the best we’ve had in an age – the reality is the old cliche remains true.

It’s the hope that kills you.