Those that thought things could only get better following the Sunderland shambles were sadly mistaken, as Fleetwood recorded their biggest ever Football League win at a canter.
That said, you’d have been forgiven for being lulled into a false sense of security following a really bright start. For all of fifteen minutes, Scunthorpe looked neat and tidy going forward. Dales, who was one of few that emerged with credit, linked well with the busy trio of Humphrys, Thomas and Morris but the Iron could not carve out a chance of note for all their intricate moves.
Fleetwood fired their first warning shot soon after, as Madden strolled through only to hit the side netting. Daws’ men failed to take heed and Fleetwood proceeded to run riot.
Four goals in fourteen minutes from a clinical Cod Army sealed the easiest of away wins for Joey Barton’s side, who were gift wrapped goal after goal by a shambolic Scunthorpe defence.
Ched Evans bundled home two goals following some abject defending from Cameron Borthwick Jackson, before a parting of the defence allowed Burns to race past the abysmal Burgess and clip home over Rory Watson.
Burns was then given the freedom of Scunthorpe to add a fourth as the boos rang out, following one of the most embarrassing, abject, halves of football ever witnessed at Glanford Park.
On the hour, Daws perched motionless against the dug out as Ashley Hunter steadied himself and was given time to pick his spot to add a fifth, as floods of fans headed for the exits.
Perhaps more worrying than the performance, or certain players’ lack of commitment, was Daws’ persistence to continue with the same system and tactics that have fallen so woefully short in the past four games.
Sometimes you have to hold your hands up and admit you’ve made a mistake. With January looking an incredibly long way away, a change in manager, approach and loan reinforcements are required to give us any chance of turning the corner.
The only saving grace, perhaps, was that Madden and Grant didn’t get in on the act and missed the chance to rub salt into our already gaping wounds.