Sometimes I write these match reports still glowing or smouldering (as the case may be) with the pleasure or anger served up by the transient representatives of Coventry City FC. I'm so late this week that almost no one will read this. But today I'm logging this for me, so that I can continue to chart the ludicrous rollercoaster that has been the Sky Blue Spring 2018, and have something, someday, to curl up with by the fire if this collection of seemingly random football results actually comes to something.
In the past few weeks, we have observed with horror the gruesome transformation of our beloved sky blues, from a ruthlessly stingy defensive unit that struggled at all times to find the net, into a hopelessly fragile collection of individuals whose sole purpose is to engage in foolish games of who-can-trundle-in-the-most-goals with their accommodating opponents. We're getting goal-to-pound value, but I'm not entirely sure if I like it. We're literally always either scoring or conceding. It's as exhausting as it is traumatising.
A west country away game means the dedication of an entire weekend to the enterprise. £2 coach to Bristol on the Friday night, casserole with the family, a night of doing things I used to do when I was 19 on the Saturday night, followed by a Sunday so mangled by regret and self-loathing that I'm unlikely to forget how far I am from 19 in a hurry.