We'll be heading back into next season in the same place as we started this one, but with less optimism. Difference and repetition, this is the new normal.
Speaking of soul-searching, the mild sense of grief is when you start to accept it, and you think nostalgically of the good old days. Watching these failures, I'm starting to understand how the addled minds and hearts of those middle-aged tragicomic glory hunter fans function.
I'll still be following our fortunes and watching matches, but it's been years and years since I expected strong performances from us, we've been paper tigers for a decade now.