Some people..

Roll a fat one, sit back and enjoy the ride. It was never going to be the smoothest of journeys and the only whining should be done from a dirty fat bottle of Italian Chianti.

Were not broke (for now), were not bottom (for now) Mel Machin and Bobby Gould aren’t in charge (hopefully fucking never in a million years) and were just four games into a new season.

We have a loony in charge, what appears to be a good solid support team around him. The squad has a solid British spine to the side and a veritable pot potpourri of foreign players. Some will be next to useless others could prove to be a real hidden gem.

The important thing is to find our feet and grind out the results from there on in. We’re clearly not far off getting things to a point where we have a decent chance of getting something from games. Once we turn that corner I am sure were going to give some unlucky side a real anus tearing fisting.