I Know It's Over
My name is Lloyd, and I’m a Plymouth Argyle supporter. And I can feel the soil falling over our six season Championship stint.
Last night witnessed a truly abject performance at QPR’s Loftus Road, the most humdrum of 2-0 defeats leaving us stranded where no one else, expect maybe Peterborough, wants to be. Oh, it was terrible. Taribo West terrible.
It was one of those games where you’re not quite sure whether your team even mustered a shot on goal. I think R’s ‘keeper Carl Ikeme put his pipe and slippers to one side in order to collect a wayward free-kick or two, but that was about it.
That the Super Hoops could only manage two goals spoke volumes about how far they have fallen since their Autumn zenith. Adel Taarbat has all the skillz, but his obvious talent was undermined by an understandably disjointed team performance and were QPR not awarded the soft first-half penalty that opened the scoring then the game might well have ended goalless. Like their Loftus Road home, spruced up this season with a new coat of paint, the new management team is attractive on the surface of things, but there’s a ton of issues that will need to be addressed upon securing another term in the second tier. Which they will, of course.
The return train journey was a sombre one. Thoughts of Watford, Reading and Wednesday fans (et al) routinely clenching their fists at the sight of another defeat for the Pilgrims passed through my mind, in amongst my attempts to avoid eye contact with Home Counties-bound Gunners at Paddington Station. They probably wouldn’t have noticed me if I was wearing colours.
Disappointment is slightly tempered by the anticipation of potential trips to some old foes, but I really will miss the semi-glamour of the Championship. As a consequence of our impending demise, this blog’s subject will expand to become a Football League-wide meeting place at the end of the season. We better get our Rothmans out…