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The sound of League 1 echoes through the terraces of Deepdale as the Wanderers and the Lilywhites play out a 0-0 bore draw

Neil Lennon must be furious with his team's, and his own, performance this evening
Neil Lennon must be furious with his team's, and his own, performance this evening
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If I had any sense of humour remaining, I'd come up with Halloween puns linked to our performance this evening. But I've not. That 90 minutes was a total shambles. Play like that, and it'll be League One football next season.

It took 83 minutes for Bolton to force any sort of save from Preston goalkeeper Jordan Pickford. A Gary Madine daisy cutter from all of 7 yards well saved by a goalkeeper who was begging to be tested all evening. Apart from that, there is little to talk about in terms of chances - this was a team without a home win coming up against a team without an away win. We should have known a draw was coming. It's the hope that kills you in the end.

It took Wanderers all of 40 minutes to settle in the game - Calum Woods should have been shown a red card for scything down Max Clayton after 25 minutes, but was only booked for his last man challenge as Clayton was looking to go past the centre half. Neil Lennon may well see that as a turning point - I don't think we'd have scored against ten men in 65 minutes of football, but that's just me. Ameobi shouldered the ball over the bar, and apart from that, the first half left little to talk about.

In the second half, Preston North End wing backs Marnick Vermijl and Adam Reach saw more of the ball, but the team's ineptitude to create anything of note meant that Wanderers went largely untroubled. David Wheater had a colossal game at centre half, throwing himself at anything that came his way. Unfortunately, the fighting spirit stopped there with the man from Middlesbrough. Jose Manuel Casado had an average game, but the dross surrounding him made his performance appear notable. Dorian Dervite was shaky throughout, and Derik Osede was garbage. Real Madrid? Do me a favour. Bin bags.

Josh Vela was below par, Jay Spearing gave the ball away for fun, Pratley was nowhere to be seen after his yellow card on 31 minutes, and Liam Feeney was Liam Feeney. Max Clayton cut a frustrated figure, hounding down long balls from the back four doing his upmost to make anything happen. It didn't. Ameobi was caught coming too deep for the ball on too many occasions, leaving us with little up top. He tired in the second half and was replaced by Madine after 74 minutes. Danns and Pisano made cameos, but had no impact on the game at all.

The worst performance of the night has to go to our glorious leader, Neil Lennon. I have already expressed doubts about his credentials to mount a campaign for survival, and tonight's toothless and tactically inept performance has done nothing to rid those doubts. Bolton Wanderers played with no drive, creativity, and most fundamentally, fight. I have seen nothing to suggest this squad, led by this manager, can remain in the Championship this season.

This is without doubt the worst Bolton Wanderers team I have ever seen. Expect it to get worse.

Sweet dreams. And remember, don't have nightmares.