We are in serious, serious trouble.
The scary part of the night was the sheer meek acceptance of our fate.
This is not what I expected a Neil Lennon-le Bolton Wanderers to be like.
We didn't even have the customary 'last ten minutes good old-fashioned go' at the opposition, we instead chose to stand our ground and punt the ball hopelessly forward.
You'd struggle to find a positive amongst this shambles of a performance, and the manager has some serious questions to answer, and some even more serious changes to make.
He picked a bizarre team, with twin shithouses Gary Madine and Emile Heskey fighting over who would be crowned as the 'worst striker ever' - it could easily be either candidate. Woeful.
Shout out to LOV reader Matty Pryor who's half-time challenge effort was the only brief moment of entertainment in the whole shitstorm.
We're in trouble. Deep trouble.