So this is what we've come to, people: our club legend manager and his Rs fan sidekick, seemingly ageing before our eyes from 50 to a bug-eyed, slavering 67, facing his footballing first loves at LR to avert our worst home run without a win since our currently catastrophic club was born 141 years ago!
Symbolism isn't everything, but it's tempting to feel that, if he fails, the means he'll be signing his own managerial death warrant through the machinic meltdown of fate. No pressure then, Gareth!
Meanwhile, the visitors, reportedly, have six players out, only one more win and two more points than us, and roll into town the back of four successive defeats. Gulp!
If we can't make some kind of fist of this one, where is the hooped hope?
Prediction: Rs 1, Rovers 0. (Gritty, far from pretty, and a spawny winner off Armstrong's arse at the death.)
Either that, or another ragged defensive disaster, and a riot.
[Post edited 6 Oct 2023 23:11]
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