Tonight I feel sad. Not angry, but really really sad. I think despite all that has gone before this season, I never imagined we would have played as badly as we did at QPR. Okay, it was on Sky and against the worst team in the league - the odds suggested we might lose, but I really thought there was a chance we would get something. A draw, a fighting defeat, even a goal for God’s sake!

I know I have said in previous blogs I am not as passionate as I once was, but I DO still care to a major degree and tonight hurt more than any other game this season. My voice was cracking afterwards - alright, I wasn’t in floods of tears (its not life or death) but I felt like the blood had drained from my face. It was just a horrible game of football and even if the penalty was slightly ropey, we deserved to get nothing.

I can’t see any obvious way out this time. When Worthy left we weren’t even in this state - not that I’m advocating a return for Nigel. His time was up. Its clear now that the problem wasn’t just Worthington but so much more. The club now is rotten from top to bottom despite the best intentions of the people in charge both on and off the field.

There are still 36 games left, but how many are we capable of winning? How much can we afford to buy to get out of trouble? Who will be in charge? Will any of it make any difference? The fear I have in answer to the last question is that it may already be too late. There may not be enough time to make a difference.

Tonight I didn’t see any scapegoats. I just saw a club falling apart in front of my eyes. And that’s what really hurts.