Prior to Saturday I was convinced that, given a few things going the right way, we could survive.
After my first visit of the season that optimism has all but drained away.
I saw a team who can play football but have no heart (Richards aside perhaps). The prime example was late in the game where the opposition goalkeeper was forced wide, out of his box. Gestede was the nearest player but until a roar of dissaproval came up from the crowd, he couldn't be bothered to close the 'keeper down.
Piss weak, cowardly, not me 'guv, bowed head acceptance, think of the money, have a go but not too much, look concerned for the cameras, say the right things to the press while rattling along to oblivion for the club but a tidy move with signing on fee for myself.
That's what I saw from the players on Saturday.