Perhaps the players can have another good, long, honest chat, like after Pompey. Perhaps they can all lock themselves in a Sackers skip for an hour, like after Lincoln. Perhaps, as a squad, they can 'pay the fans back' (I paraphrase) by progressing in the Stan Watson's Oily Rags trophy, so we can go to Wembley, like they did this afternoon. Or perhaps I should just go full Lucan/ RKD, and run on the pitch against Accrington, so that I can get banned for a few years, and stop tormenting myself with this hairy bollo(k of a football club for the foreseeable. | |