Not long in from this. As feared/expected this morning, I had to wing it with a talk to my son to make him feel a bit better after sitting through yet another defeat. A long day out for a result like that, but I must say I didn't feel as bad as usual at the end of this one, probably because there was nothing surprising about the outcome, and I was concentrating more on trying to cheer up the boy. Praying for a last-ditch equaliser - which you know isn't going to come - against the mighty Watford is a sad marker of where we are now, as is looking for positives amidst a defeat to a team like that. Looking at our remaining fixtures, I think the games at Cardiff & Fulham are our best chances at getting the points we need, but at the moment I wouldn't back us against anyone - and 33 points is not going to be enough, so we'd best try to pick up some more sooner than later.
On the upside, for those Watford boys that took a hiding: at least the hospital is right next to the ground.
