Leaderless and frustrated: the moody blues

FOLLOWING our last couple of games, I am in a rather schizophrenic mood — I swing from being this pessimistic surrender monkey wishing (grudgingly) to congratulate my colleague Mr Kurt on his team’s winning of the league title, to this Braveheart character ready to take on United and anyone else in a fight to the death.

Leaving the ground after the Reading and Fulham games I was so depressed. Not just at the results, but that the signs had been there for all to see in the performances. It was also beginning to dawn on me there was the distinct possibility that we are a one-man team. Of course we have Cole out, Robben out and most importantly Peter Cech out, but we were coping — shakily, but coping.

But then to have your second goalkeeper out and THEN to lose your captain and inspirational leader was a blow too far.