Their decline is slow and steady, but they haven't reached their lowest point, their nadir, just yet - but it is rapidly approaching. As sure as Tuesday follows Monday, as sure as night follows day, as sure as DFS having a sale next Bank Holiday, the rags' path to oblivion continues to gather pace.
Grimsby had a third goal disallowed for no discernible reason (that I could see, anyway), but in the penalty shoot-out whenever a rag scored they were celebrating like they had achieved some kind of spectacular sporting feat: fists clenched in triumph, a joyous celebration of man over adversity, a cataclysmic event to rival such moments as Roger Bannister's 4-minute mile, the 'one small step for man' moment, or the fall of the Berlin Wall, or even when it was revealed to us who shot JR Ewing. These rag players were acting as if they had won the C.L. and they were down to 9 men practically the whole game.
I watched it unfold and I could not believe what I was seeing. A team that cost millions and millions to assemble celebrating scoring a penalty against Grimsby Town.
They are in crisis, despite our media claiming the opposite. A spent force whose desperate attempts to stay afloat (let alone compete) in the 21st Century are looking as futile as telling a BlueMoon mod it's his round.