For the first time in years, last night I voluntarily missed a home game. Despite ticking the box to enable my season ticket for all Cup games, I received no email from the club telling me they had debited my card, so I assumed they hadn’t. Reminds me, must check the bank account…
Why didn’t I go? Probably for the same reason as the 20,000 other people who didn’t. I knew what I would be letting myself in for. Instead, when I got home I listened to much of the game on Radio London, having read the Evening Standard story on the train about how morale at Upton Park is at an all time low.
It was humiliating to be losing to a side that is bottom of League Two for 74 minutes. Only when they were down to ten men did we come to life. I’m told Lee Bowyer looked good and the youngster Hines did well, but really, it doesn’t get much worse than struggling against Macclesfield, does it?
And today we hear that Carlton Cole wants to leave as he is not satisfied by his contract renegotiations. Sell him, I say.
It would not surprise me at all if by this time next week we were looking for a new manager. Curbishley obviously feels that he is being humiliated – firstly by the Board and secondly by his players, who he just doesn’t seem to be able to motivate.
It is ridiculous that we are even thinking about a crisis, let alone talking about one, but that’s the mood of the club at the moment. Yes, it was right to trim the size of the squad and get rid of fringe players, but we haven’t really done that have we? Nigel Quashie and Luis Boa Morte are still there. We all needed one big signing this summer to show us that the current board has the ambition we as supporters have. I doubt very much whether that will happen before the Transfer deadline on Sunday.
As you can tell, I am feeling very down, and not looking forward to Saturday at all. But I will be there. Make no mistake about that. We are owed a performance. Big time.