We're done. Aren't we?
"We've got a fighting chance but we have to win to be in it on Saturday, it's as simple as that. The only thing we can do is win the games that remain."
Oh blast, do we have to? I've enjoyed this week. You know, I'm at peace with myself, not having to worry about the play-off's, not being made to fly home the weekend of May 24th, looking ahead to next season, hoping for Foolham and not Reading. And now Pards still says we have a chance. So does Kings Hill
. The scenario is almost believable, well except for us winning the 3 games bit - be the first time since November, but hey Pards say's "we're stronger now."
Then again so is the smell of bullsh*t.
Saturday was a game I had pencilled in for a return to blighty. A raw old London derby with QPRhahahaha. But now I'm going to Houston instead. I hope the 2,500 odd Addicks get a show, I hope Ambrose gets to play in an advanced role. I hope Gray and Lita give us something to smile about. I hope Varney gets a run out. God I hope they don't draw me back into the play-off web. I'm over it, I really am.