My god, why have thou forsaken me? Brentford report

How much humiliation do we have to suffer this damn season? There really is nothing one can say about this match. Our pathetic hopes of maybe enjoying the second half of the season with a few wins and some cup games were shown to be utterly laughable. It would be one thing to get beaten by a gutsy team from two divisions below us playing gutsy football – but the truth is we were outclassed. Brentford simply played better football than we did. They thoroughly deserved to win.

And so Boro at the SoL on Tuesday. Great. What can we do? I am sort of just trying to get through this period hoping that eventually things will some how turn better again – but I can’t imagine how. It might well be without McCarthy. This game could have tipped the balance from “what have we got to gain from getting rid of him?” to “what have we got to lose by getting rid of him?”.

I tried to drink myself into a stupor last night but no matter how much I drank I stayed sober. The depression of being a Sunderland supporter can not be penetrated by mere alcohol.

God I am depressed.