There's been quite a few that I’ve been to this season, but it had to be last weekend in Sheffield because this really brought it home how bad the situation is for us. Both on and off the pitch. It's not that I haven't realised our position, but for most supporters we go off to matches in hope and with the expectation that we can really do a lot better than has been realistically possible, especially since the New Year.
I went to the Fat Cat brew pub before hand and apart from testing all the beers on tap, and meeting some very sympathetic Shrewsbury fans, I met some London Saints and a few saints from Salisbury. It so happened that one of these guys, whose name I forget, went to his first game at the Dell on exactly the same day as me – Man City, August 1966 – our first ever game in the old 1st Division. Chatting with these fellow life long supporters brought it home how far we have fallen. We’ve had our ups and downs in the past, but nothing as critical as this.
The crap served up on the pitch just compounded how depressed I felt. It won’t stop me going to the Burnley and Forest games though. I just hope that the latter won’t turn out to be the worst this season. And what ever happens, I’ll still be going next season, week in week out and I'm sure I'll be seeing some of the familiar faces in pubs around the country.