Sunday, 18 April 2010
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. With a good measure of tits, arse, shitting wank and fuck thrown in.
Did I mention FUCK?
3pm on Saturday it was all looking peachy. A point against Tranmere would keep our safety fight well on track, a win would all but see us safe and, frankly, who was worried? This was Tranmere, a team who looked utter shite under John Barnes and a team that's now not quite a shite but still not very good. A forgone conclusion. We are staying up, right?
Yeah, well, this is Exeter City we're talking about here.
So, a sending off for James Dunne, a defensive mix-up and a 3-1 loss later and we're staring right down the barrel of relegation again, and now it's now even in our own hands.
Did I mention fuck?
Y'know, we were expecting a bad result somewhere. After all, eight game unbeaten runs don't come along every day. But it wasn't just the fact we lost to Tranmere that made Saturday bad. No, Leeds only had to go and lose to Gillingham. Fucking Gillingham. This is Leeds. You really are doing your best not to get promoted aren't you.
Orient beating Stockport was a given, but Oldham decided to beat Carlisle, Colchester decided they couldn't be arsed with the playoffs this year after losing to Hartlepool and even Wycombe have decided to have a go at staying up. Normally I'd be happy with a Franchise FC loss. Not today.
So, Tranmere visit Brentford on Tuesday and I'm hoping that my second favourite club in League One will remain just that come the end of the evening. Even a dull 0-0 will be fine. As long as we're above them going into Saturday's games, there's always hope.
It's the hope that kills you.