Well, it may well be slightly frustrating, mildly amusing, at times entertaining and often quite annoying, but at least it is fun again. After a year or so of dreadful football, discontent among supporters, financial worries and boardroom horror stories, it’s starting to feel like Watford again.
So there we have it. Aidy is no more. The instant reaction is shock, despite being a supporter for over 20 years, sacking a manager still doesn’t seem like a very Watford-like thing to do. It feels like one of those things that happens to other clubs…
“…but funny things happen when you least expect it, especially at Watford…” That’s what I said at the end of my last post after the defeat to Plymouth – looking forward to the Reading game. Funny things can happen. Crikey, did they happen!
I was hungover to high heaven after seeing Metallica at the O2 the night before (one of the teenage habits that I don’t seem to be able to break) and was entirely reliant on a lift from a mate. He was late, so I was late.
It really all had got too much. Watford were woeful, England were worse and the Premiership was (is) full of some of the most unpleasant people on earth (hi Ashley. Send my love to Cheryl. You tw*t.). So, I began a trial separation.
I have been a Watford supporter since I was old enough to understand what football is. I have been a season ticket holder since not long after that. Watford are a big part of my life, and will remain to be so – whatever happens, Premier League or Blue Square Premier League, I’ll be there.
Well that was better wasn’t it. A lot better. It couldn’t have been much worse, I grant you, but lets give them the benefit of the doubt.
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.