What a mess.

Not that long ago we were looking up the table, wondering if we could sneak into the European places. Now we’re glancing over our shoulder to see what West Ham are doing. That’s never a healthy sign.

And next up? Arsenal. Perfect timing.

I don’t mind losing to a better side as long as its not Arsenal. What I mind is not really knowing what we are anymore. One week it’s a project, next week it’s a rebuild, then it’s transition. After a while it starts sounding like excuses.

Maybe we need some diversionary chaos tactics. Pull something straight out of the Donald Trump handbook. Change the narrative. Redefine success. Tell everyone mid-table was the plan all along.

“Relegation scrap? No, no. Strategic recalibration.”

The trouble is, unlike Trump voters, football fans aren’t stupid. We can see what’s in front of us, confidence is non existent, and Woolwich won’t be feeling charitable.

Still, this is football. It makes no sense half the time. We’ll probably turn up, put in a performance when nobody expects it, and drag us all back in again.

And if we don’t?

I’ll be back next week, checking West Ham’s result.

Again.