So as I sat down to watch us play Peterborough on Sunday morning, in front of my mate’s Sky Go like the massive armchair fan I am, I was feeling pretty confident about our chances.
As the teams were announced and I saw that we’d made a needless, non-enforced change to what’s largely been a winning team, in the dropping of Derik, my confidence waned.
A look across to the substitutes bench to see Lewis Buxton AND Dean Moxey at the expense of Max Clayton and/or Keshi Anderson and I started to feel a little ominous.
But we’re Bolton Wanderers, the best team in the world. Our high pressure style of play has made us pretty much unplayable recently and Peterborough wouldn’t know what was about to hit them.
Except there was none of that.
From the off, we looked sloppy and lacked the intensity that’s made us so hard to play against recently.
Still though, the fans were in good voice, singing Burnden Aces loud and clear.
Someone else who really made some baffling decisions though were Sky.
Bolton to Peterborough is near on a 160 mile journey by car, whereas Sheffield to Chesterfield is just over ten miles. So surely Sheffield United v Chesterfield would be the early televised game? Of course not, that would make too much sense.
Along with the fact that it’s televised and an early kick off absolutely miles away, how else can you put fans off coming? Oh yeah charge £26 for an adult ticket to sit in a wooden seat, great banter.
So this post goes out to the 480 fans who woke up at 6am on a Sunday morning and made the journey from Bolton to Peterborough to see a thoroughly lacklustre performance. Every single one of you must be absolutely mad.