92nd

That our placing out of 92 football league teams. 92nd. That's bad.

The picture is todays match programme, featuring a four page tribute to Richard Butcher whom I've already discussed this week. We had a minutes silence for him this afternoon before the game: it was the only bit worth going for.

We lost 2-1 to Wycombe today in a game any half decent side could have won. Our keeper is rubbish, the defence is as strong as wet toilet paper, the midfield are like the other substance usually found on toilet paper and our forwards are crap as well. If I'd told Delroy Facey to do one lap of the pitch, then I'd started running backwards toward Fiji then I'd have been on a warm beach with a cocktail in my hand being shunned by pretty girls before that fat b****** had got halto the halfway line. Pacey facey? Maybe when compared to a tree or car park.

Our defender Moses Swaibu is currently on police bail: for stealing a frozen chicken from Tesco. Rumours that the chicken beat Facey in a 100 yard sprint are unfounded but entirely possible. Because the other players don't like the coverage of Swaibus arrest they are refusing to speak to local media...... he stole a chicken, he wasn't wrongly accused of anything, he isn't innocent. Muppets.

When is something good going to happen? The team I pour my heart and soul into are garbage. I'm skint beyond belief, I have a night out tonight where I'm the only one not going with a date and I'm still carrying a cold. I get 25 miles to the gallon out of my car, which would be shocking if I actually had anywhere to drive in it. You're getting the very worst of me now: usually a Lincoln defeat ruins my Saturday evening, but slipping bottom of the league ruins the whole damn week. I can safely say come May we'll be relegated and become a non league team for the second time in about 100 years.

In the middle of it all is the grief that we as a side have for Butch. I recall very few ruined Saturdays when he played and when Keith Alexander managed us. Five years on and I recall very few good Saturdays.

Wycombe have a lad called Gareth Ainsworth in their side who played for us in the mid nineties. He was a great player, and he got a bigger cheer from our fans than any one of the so-called 'footballers' wearing red and white today. You know you're crap when its an opposition player getting the ovation.

The one positive was the chant 'Theres only one Ricky Butcher' from our fans. I just wish from the bottom of my heart that he was wearing our shirt and playing in our midfield now. Instead we have 11 lads who don't have the same amount of passion or ability between all of them than Butch had on his own. I feel today a small part of my commitment and desire for the club has gone for good, just like the legend that was Butch.

Tonight I am going to get absolutely smashed and take my phone out with me, because whatever I text people or whatever I do and say cannot make me feel any worse than I do today.

RIP Richard Butcher 1981-2011 x