I had a bad feeling about last night. It set in when I read a report on the West Ham – Portsmouth game from Tuesday night. In the report, Alan Curbishley bemoaned the poor performance form both his West Ham team and the crowd at the Boleyn Ground. He said it was “flat”.
So. Here we are. Five games to go and somehow, lord only knows how, we are still in there and fighting. I really don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or just go on holiday until the whole thing is over.
The Stoke game on Saturday was a welcome shot in the arm for me, although it was something of a double edged sword. It reignited a bit of passion in me, but it also made me think that perhaps this year won’t be our year.
Following Calum Davenport’s injury and the end of his loan spell, how do Watford replace him?
I don’t know if it is football in general – the continuing failure of the National team, the increasingly hard to stomach Sky TV hype and equally nauseating commentary, Andy Gray (both of them), the wonky kick off times etc. – but (whisper it) I think I am losing interest a bit.