So today is the first day of the new season. A game against Cardiff to rub home the point that we're in the Championship now following last season's relegation. The Pornographers acted decisively and got rid of the dreaded Avram at least five months too late and appointed Big Fat Sam. This was followed by the genuine coup of signing Kevin Nolan from the Barcodes and it looked possible that we might make a fist of going for promotion. Certainly BFS played it up. He recruited former Bolton players in Faye, Taylor and O'Brien, tried to recruit Gardner who refused and tried Jlloyd Samuel before deciding no, so we're definitely onto recreate Bolton. And no problem for me, as he got them promoted and a regular top ten side with players like Djorkaeff and Okocha giving the lie to the long ball mythology.
And both BFS and Kaptain Kevin have given it large in pre-season about immediate promotion and making Upton Park a Fortress [(c) Lazy Journalism Co]. Then all of the pundits made us favourites to go up because we've recruited well and retained our big players (those who got us relegated last year).
So it was almost inevitable it would go tits up.
As it duly did when we dominated the game, couldn't score and gave away a soft goal with no time to see if there was any improved fighting spirit in the team when in adversity.
So that's the first of eight game that BFS says we can afford to lose if we are to be promoted gone on Day 1.
The Controller thinks nothing has changed because I came home grumpy again. Maybe she's right.
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