The Doom and gloom is back at Glanford Park and some fans are calling for Mark Robins’ head. A little premature?
I still think Robbo is the man to take us forward, but it would be a crying shame if we didn’t consolidate our League One status after being in touching distance of the play offs just a few weeks ago. They were a pipe dream, but it was doable.
A 3-1 reverse against Rochdale was the latest in a long run of disappointing results despite a decent start at Spotland. We were bright and moved the ball well but there was nothing in the way of a killer ball and no one actually looks capable of being able to provide one.
Madden should probably have done better with a shot he dragged just wide, whilst Wooton for all his efforts simply didn’t get anything like the service he would have needed to make any sort of impact on the game.
I thought Rochdale looked a half decent outfit and were thoroughly deserving of the win. Spotland is usually a tough place to go but the manner of the defeat was really poor and it was worrying. It was the first time since Robins’ arrival that I thought we might not avoid the drop after all. There is just something missing. We have lost our mojo!
The players are clearly capable. They have proved it. But time is running out and we need to rediscover some of the form we had when Robins first took over.
There were a couple of things that brightened the otherwise miserable day. A little friendly banter about the truly disgusting beer being served in the ground with the two ladies behind the bar and the amusing conversation with the chav turned steward who clearly only applied for the job because he liked a good scrap!
We got talking about the rather disappointing home turn out. He suggested it was the norm despite them still being in with a shout of the play offs and as such Keith Hill is working on a really tight budget. (Maybe it isn’t just the Iron that struggle to get the fans in!). He reckoned the Sheffield fans outnumbered them almost 2/1 a few weeks ago on their own patch.
Speaking of tomorrow night’s opponents, he reckoned the Blades were ‘orrible b**tards and one Yorkie nutter threatened to bite his nose off after an altercation in the concourse! He seemed ‘dead’ proud about the fact that he’d wound the Blades fans up so much, he had to be transferred to the home end for the rest of his shift for his own safety!
We owe them one tomorrow… they ruined my Christmas holiday.
Up the Iron!