Andy Munro gets set for an important day in Blues history. 

It’s been like watching somebody die a painful death and, as a season ticket holder, paying for the privilege. After the latest home debacle I will not be going to Bolton nor listening to the radio as I think that I’ve had enough stress to last many a season. I also won’t be picking up the Mail and reading headlines like,”‘Lee Clark…I’m no Quitter!'” Blimey…is that supposed to be the good news?

Against Wigan, a rather mediocre looking outfit it has to be said, our suspect defence folded within the first five minutes. Thereafter, we never really looked like getting an equaliser even when the ‘cavalry’ (Ziggy) appeared. In fact irrespective of whether he was off or on the pitch, the ball was unceremoniously lumped forward with the Blues side lacking completely in confidence and thereby incapable of short passing movement.

Up front Burke was well policed, Novak laboured, Macheda chased lost causes and Ziggy generally stood around  moaning and in between attempted a few ‘fairy’ jumps. Midfield was hardly inspiring either although Adeymi battled whilst Huws seemed happy playing passes backwards or sideways. Worst of all was the defence with Hancox and Spector having the mother of all mares. Notts County cast-off Mullins wasn’t much better leaving Caddis as the pick of a poor bunch. Even Randolph was affected and he would have made a good Rugby player the amount of time he kicked the ball into touch.

The star of the show was the crowd whose thundering renditions of Keep Right On should have been an inspiration even to this set of Blues trundlers. Alas it made little difference and now relegation seems a certainty but I’m now starting to kid (?) myself that it might actually be a good thing !