Chester is my local club and, although I'm obviously very saddened by their demise, its clear that no-one was to blame other than the club itself.
No club ever deserves to go to the wall but if any club did deserve it...it was Chester City.
For 126 years they have achieved precisely nothing. Nada. Zip.
A single promotion to what is now the 2nd Division. The entire rest of the time spent in the bottom tier playing soul-breaking, dismal, one-dimensional, sub-Sunday league football.
Not a memorable cup run in all that time nor a single giant-killing of note.
Not a decent team assembled in all that time (that maybe didnt even achieve anything but at least became folklore in local minds).
And producing only one player of significance. One single frickin player in 126 years. Not even anyone who went on to grace the Championship.
Their complete dearth of achievement is actually conversely a breath-taking achievement in itself. Virtually impossible to pull off even if they'd meant to from the get-go. To be so consistently, unrelentingly shit for such an incredibly long amount of time.
A few years back Mark Lawrenson said that Chester 'has never really been a footballing city anyway'. Utter bullshit. How can a city - made up of thousands of ever-changing individuals - be uniformly not interested in watching the national sport on their doorstep?
Nope its not the people of Chester thats to blame for not turning up week in, week out. Its the club. Who have failed us throughout their entire history.
And now that finally the lame duck has been put down and the fans are looking to build afresh things might hopefully be different. Because - despite my rant here - the genuine fans have my deepest sympathies.