Every weekend past by and it is just plain hard to take to see one's beloved club producing shit performance on the pitch. It is just the same old story all over again. Promises made aren't kept to the fullest.

To us, we are like a sinking ship without a captain on board. The whole crew doesn't have a fucking idea what to do. And the owner simply don't care to repair it.

Week in, week out, we are like headless chicken playing all over the pitch. There is no creativity in the middle of the pitch. The old horses are just parading the pitch waiting for their pension to fall into their pocket. While their young and eager mates are sitting on the bench or sometimes doing out of the norm warm ups to attract attention. I see doom for our club and unless we start playing our youths or there is no way we can get away from drinking Coca Cola next season.

We feel like crying. Our hearts are already giving up. There is no way we can get back on track. The unimaginable has truly become imaginable, if not reality. We were proud soldiers before but things have change. We have resigned to the fact that we are not a big team to go down.

To many, they say class is permanent, form is temporary. It is easy to give excuses with all the injuries and suspensions we got. But hey, which team dont suffer that fate? Our so-called loyalist came back to the squad and give nuts performances. Where has their class gone to?

Everyday i have to divert any potential topic with regards to our team. It is just too sad to even talk about it. I guess i make a heaven mistake by wearing my away jersey at a recent game. It is so hard and shameful to be recognised as a black and white. It's terribly painful. No choice but to swallow my pride.

HOPE. JUST HOPE.
Something has to happen somehow.