Not sure whether anybody else is as confused as I am at the moment. I feel like Sméagol from Lord of the Rings.
The sensible me understands that we need a period of consolidation. That the manager and DoF need time to put their own team/squad together, and allow new players games to get accustomed to the premier league. That we have the nucleus of a decent squad and 3/4 quality additions (plus 15 or so departures) will see us competing at the top level. That up until 7 weeks ago we were, on the whole, very happy with the direction the team and club were taking. That the very last thing we need at the moment is even more disruption, starting over again with new manager and players etc. That realistically, the conditions last night played right into the hands of a shock result, and losing away in the cup to a side from a division below is not that unusual anyway and possibly happens 40/50% of the time.
Then this voice in the back of my head pops up and tells me in no uncertain terms that I'm in denial. That Silva is a clueless coach who has lost the players. That we've been there before with Martinez and the longer he stays the worse it gets.
I really don't know what I want for the best. What I do know is that it's horrible being a blue at the moment and it's eating me from the inside.