I can't even bring myself to watch the goals. I've seen lean times at this club before, and God knows some awful players have worn the shirt since I first hit Moss Lane in 1956, but I actually feel more depressed now than at any time in the last 60 years. We have players out there who would struggle to hold down a place in a decent Sunday League team. Confidence is non-existent, but then there's practically zero squad mentality in the rag bag of players that we have at present, fitness seems a major issue, and they probably crap themselvessel half an hour before we kick off each time. A goals conceded figure of practically three goals per game tells its own story.
Jim Harvey is a proven firefighter but right now we need Red Adair. If Jim doesn't sort out this mess it certainly won't be for lack of trying, but it's an unenviable task.