Write for The Fighting Cock
What is his tragic flaw? Is it like Julius Caesar’s hubris at not being able to see his own friends wanting to stab him, or Othello being blinded by jealousy of his beautiful wife, or even Lear’s comically foolish arrogance. Was this the mechanism of our downfall?
If it's stick how do we get back to some resemblance of our former self? We don't. The past is done and this team at its very core needs to be disbanded and reinvented...
Hundreds of players and managers have come and gone since then, and I’ve sat and stood in many a stand in many a ground, but TGB has remained a constant part of the matchgoing experience.
Surrendering is profoundly anti-Poch behaviour. The future is now a journey into the unknown. What will happen next?