The same old story, over and over and over. The plodding inevitability of endless defeats, each new fixture bringing fresh optimism to be crushed. Minute shreds of hope, blown away in a Premiership hurricane.
We were parked at the top of the South stand, where they make you sit down in the back row so you don’t obscure the advertising boards, and tell you off for putting your feet on the seats in front of you. Oh yes, They Are Premier League.