Well fuck me senseless with a reality stick. A day of wrong selections, injury to a key player and a collective failure to perform when it mattered, returned to leave a feeling that as well as being not very good, we must be cursed. Of course curses are superstitious nonsense, so I am back to the, we are not very good.
Don't get me wrong I didn't believe we were good and this is never ever helped when you don't play the guys who actually have something about them.
I could go on about that, but what's the point? My only hope is Clarke recognises his errors and fast. The rest of this week we will no doubt hear how our players have learned from it and will go to Wembley full of vigour and purpose. Heard it all before, so, it's a case of just shut up with the platitudes and do any talking in the pitch.
Friday night could be a right seeing to, if he goes with the same line up. When I say could, I of course mean it will be. We as a football nation, are a mere shadow of a dark patch of a once football player producing country. I can't remember a time when we didn't have a single striker who was actually a striker. Woefully inept doesn't even touch the sides.
We are looking down the barrel of three consecutive arse handing ceremonies, and I have to be honest, I am fucking sick of it.
Apart from all that I am calm, stoic, slightly perturbed but not depressed. When you have been let down as many times as we have, you develop an, oh fuck it attitude. So, fuck it. I am.tempted to say we can't play any worse, but I won't, because I know we can and probably will, especially if Clarke doesn't listen to me. More fool him. Onward and downward. Our national team motto. or it should be.