“No one’s going to take me alive
Time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive…”
Four lines from the Muse song 'Knights of Cydonia' which perfectly describe the current situation Bolton Wanderers find themselves in.
Tomorrow is the official start of the Keith Hill era. The king of analogies has already declared that himself & David Flitcroft are ‘the generals’ planning for the war.
Their soldiers are a rag tag bunch of misfits, under appreciated & under utilised by their previous teams.
Liam Briductt is a seasoned Championship player with international experience who dropped down a level, whilst Thibaud Verlinden is a highly rated youngster who just wanted to get some game time under his belt.
Those two, alongside the other seven signed on Manic Monday are a perfect example of the characters Keith Hill wanted at this club. All they want to do is play football.
We needed players who would be up for a scrap, ready to go to war. 39 games, 39 opportunities to drag themselves out of the mire and up the table.
Thanks to Sharon, Emma & Michael, the dark veil of apathy that has clouded the club for the past year has been lifted and replaced by a wave of optimism. A sellout crowd of 2500 fans will travel across to Yorkshire, some with flat caps, all with a gleam in their eye knowing that Bolton Wanderers are truly back in business.
In the eyes of the media, it seems a forgone conclusion that Wanderers will be plying their trade in the Fourth tier next season.
We’ve been accused of brining the game into disrepute.
We’re unfashionable once again, fan bases have grown to despise us. I bloody love it.
Our season starts now & it’s going to be one hell of a ride.
Up the piss boiling Whites!