The direction of the club (35 replies)
But I’ll be honest, something about it unsettles me. Blues being a bit crap was always part of the deal, and weirdly, I was fine with that. The lows were constant but it made the odd high absolutely electric. What I’ve always loved most is the ritual – turning up at St. Andrew’s, the atmosphere, the grit that felt unique to us.
As long as the players gave a shift (Rowett’s first spell being a good example), that was enough for me.
Now I can’t help but think we’re heading for a wave of plastics, shiny stadium, glossed‑over identity. The grit, the madness, the soap opera of Blues was half the fun. In a paradoxical way, that chaos was part of who we were.
I reckon a lot of fans feel this deep down but won’t admit it.