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Things can only get better. Bottom of the league is no great surprise - if it wasn’t for our miraculously wonderful start to last season, we’d have been out through the trapdoor at the end of it.
Of course, some people are taking this very badly. We had to run the gauntlet at the end of yet another loss as an ugly crowd gathered calling for the sacking of the board and the manager.
I imagine this was what it must have been like at the start of the French Revolution; dandies like us strolling bemusedly through the rabble. Can these people really be so worked up about a trifling thing like football? It’s Saturday night, surely there’s cinema or theatre to look forward to? And the morn will bring some relaxation in their gardens with their families, some time for prayer and reflection, and weather permitting, an outing along the coast on their vessels, whether on the meanest yawl or the finest schooner. Puzzling.
I hear that Mr Cameron is due to release his memoirs; I gather he didn’t quite understand the people at all. A lesson to us all.