There seems to be very little, if not nothing, to take from this game. We were worse than bad. Bolton won this with ease, and could have done so without breaking into second gear. Whatever blossoming team spirit had at least been evident in the last couple of days seems to have become lost in a well of depressed lack of confidence and no self-belief. The problem is that, in part, such feelings are perfectly justified. There's no invention. There's still lonely Shearer. There's still a defence which at times is wobblier than jelly. And there's still little sign of any of it changing. All in all, why not be depressed?
Bring on Man Yoo. I'm sure they'll relish shipping the goals past us.
(@17:08)
