The first thing I did this morning was to check the results from yesterday’s match. But what I got to read wasn’t very pleasant. It just hit me: we have lost 1:2 against Reading and we are out from the FA Cup.
What should I say? There isn’t much to say, is there? I do not like surprises like that. Frustration? It doesn’t even feel like frustration, it’s more than just a frustration. Anger? Helplessness? Yeah, that’s it, I think. It feels like to get numbed at the dentist’s: you see what’s happening but you can’t feel anything and you don’t care, you just want to go through this, you want do end this as soon as possible. That’s quite how I feel, I can’t describe it better. I can’t believe what’s happening with our Club in this season.
I just want the good times back, I do not want to fear every match day anymore, I want to feel pleased after the games, just like it used to be.
Even though I’m happy about Maxi’s signing I’m also a bit afraid of the pressure which he’ll have to carry now … Torres and Stevie got injured yesterday and I do hope that it wont get serious but we all have to count with the worst. If they are about to be out for few weeks it’s Maxi who will have to help us out from the misery. That’s what everyone is hoping for and the pressure on him will rise, which isn’t always good. Remember Robbie Keane?
I still do believe in my team, there’s no doubt about that: through thick and thin. Let us just hope that the storm soon will be over …