It’s over bar the playoffs. Another failure to win ends any real prospect of an automatic promotion place.
Drawing at home to Portsmouth didn’t cause this huge disappointment. We had already shot ourselves in one foot, losing that crazy 5-4 game at home to Coventry, and then in the other one after going ahead late at Peterborough, says Monsieur Salut. Not to mention what someone called a billion other draws.
Each time we stumbled, others just got on with doing their jobs.
A glance at the other results has tended to confirm our fears: no one else has been slipping up as often at this crucial stage of the season.
We are now playing for pride and whatever advantage we can gain from trying to win our remaining games. But we keep going.
The little bits of advertising we get have enabled us to offer a prize ahead of most games, each time for the first reader to post a correct scoreline prediction.
Have a go. If you win, you’ll be sent a mug provided you have a UK delivery address. Ha’way the Lads.