You really can't beat a Tuesday night away game. Unlesss you're Bolton Wanderers that is.
The first four games seem a long way away.
I'm currently sat on the bus waiting to leave Spotland after another dismal display from Wanderers. I don't think I've seen such a lacklustre, spineless performance. The walking football at half time exceeded the actual game in terms of entertainment.
The first half was dire. The highlight for me was several Wanderers fans singing the theme song from the three stooges as the police walked past.
James Henry, a player who has still not given a performance worthy of his reputation, missed what can only described as an absolute sitter. Proctor put it on a plate for him from six yards, and he somehow managed to hit it wide of the past. Disgraceful.
Apart from a Jay Spearing piledriver from distance, the Rochdale goalkeeper wasn't tested in the first half at all.
The second half managed to be even worse than the first. The defending for Dale's goal was abysmal, you could tell how much we rely on the leadership of Mark Beevers.
It could have so easily been 4-0, if not for three last ditch challenges.
Despite the introductions of Sammy Ameobi and Zach Clough for Chris Taylor (who was woeful) and Keshi Anderson, Bolton couldn't find an equaliser.
That's now three games without a goal, seven games without a win.
It's unbelievable how much we are missing Gary Madine's presence up front. Jamie Proctor can no way be described as a target man.
We have to improve drastically if we are going to get anything out of Saturday's game against Oxford United.
On a day when the career of our greatest manager was tarnished, and Conor Wilkinson scored another two goals, Bolton Wanderers continued to disappoint.