RumbleFox

I don’t know who any of our players even are anymore and I can’t be bothered to find out.

His track record is terrible. It was so obvious to absolutely everyone apart from our owners that this was a terrible appointment. I genuinely can’t believe where we are. Never in my life have I felt less connected to the club. It’s absolutely tragic. Fvck. Sake.

It’s just over isn’t it. Football. We had a good ride.

Got it in one.

Once, a long time ago, I went to a laser quest thing in Derby with about 20 school pals. I think I was was maybe 16 so this would have been mid to late 90s. For context, I was never very cool and this was something that in my head I’d built up to be a big deal. I was always a nerd and that. But this was something fun to look forward to. I was going there with some actual nice people and some of the slightly cooler kids. I felt excited. I put me best jumper on, and went out. I had pretty bad acne and was given some kind of dabber pen thing to dab on my face. It looked like one of those big bingo pen things. I put it on every day and didn’t really give it a second thought. Anyway, I was at the venue for half an hour or so. Getting quite into it. Shot a few people and was having fun. I noticed people looking and staring a bit but didn’t pay it too much attention. Then a lad called Chris came over and asked what was wrong with my face. I said I didn’t know what he was on about and he suggested I look on the mirror. So I left the arena and went to the toilet. The whole building including the toilets was proper OTT neon luminous madness. I looked in the mirror. Whatever the fvck was in that acne cream was reacting to the UV light. My whole face was glowing. Fvcking lit up . Big spotty, nerdy luminous four eyed twat. Don’t think I ever got over that day.

Our first ever sale.

wtf?!? Was on target to be our GOAT.

Just totally don’t give a fvck. How depressing that? And it’s not a League One thing. Like obviously being in League One isn’t ideal but in its own little way I thoroughly enjoyed our last season at this level. I at least felt invested in the team. I’m just done in. Years of mismanagement at every level has just turned me right off all of it. I’m not saying it’s the right way to be but I just totally don’t give a fvck at the minute. How sad.

****ing loved that team.

That’ll show ‘em.

I’m a glory hunter.

Biggest game in our history.

It’s almost like he hasn’t been an absolute failure every other be place he has been. We’re just a meme at this point.

Just no point anymore is there.

Could never see the appeal at the time and still can’t. I don’t hate them but just never understood why they were so huge. Just like really MOR slow tempo “anthems” on repeat. I really quite WANTED to like them as they were a nice antidote to the middle class Blur but I just cannot see the appeal.

I want to join in and type something and make friends but I have nothing to add.

Always been a fan.

Never in my life have I felt less connected to the team.

I remember once at uni, picking the already smoked fag ends out of my ashtray and taking them to make another rolly. Absolutely awful. I’d been quite the bright spark of the family growing up but uni had been a slog. In hindsight I think I’d had a full mental breakdown. My failure had been of my own doing, just not going to lectures, not doing any homework, just drinking too much and watching daytime tv, classic student stuff. My failure though, had hit hard. I was the first in my family to go to uni so dropping out was a big deal. The first and only time I’d ever seen my grandad cry was when I got accepted. My failure had let him down, it had let everyone down. I sat there smoking this awful second hand cigarette just crying. Just smoking and crying and apologising in my head to my grandad. I hadn’t even dressed. Just a crying, naked 21 year old smoking last weeks fags whilst Can’t Cook Won’t Cook played in the background. Someone knocked on my door, I didn’t answer. I’m ashamed to admit this but I count you all as friends so here goes… I soiled myself. I was sat on my chair, smoking and crying and I just soiled myself. Full number one and two. Never in my life, before or since, have I experienced such utter desolation. I finished my fag and rolled another from the ends in the ashtray. I was covered in tears and ash and pot noodle and sh1t. I think I sat there until the next day. Staring at a framed photo of my grandad, crying and apologising. He was a big man. A tough man. If he could see me now, I thought, he’d disown me. I cried again. Proper ugly crying. I think I snotted on my own excrement. I don’t know quite how long I was there, probably a couple of days. I don’t remember much of the details of what happened next but I just know that I woke up at home with my mum and dad waiting on me and I never went back to uni. We have never spoken about it again. The shame I feel and the pity, disgust and disdain they must still feel sits in the air, unspoken. I’d like to say my rock bottom was a turning point but in reality it’s been pretty sh1t ever since. Foxestalk is my only real link to the outside world and I’m so glad for you all and I thank you so much for letting me talk about this. I’ve never told anyone before. Thanks for starting the thread OP. Love you all. Edit: **** you were talking about the TEAM rock bottom weren’t you? Oh Christ. Mods can anyone delete this? Oh god. Sorry grandad. Sorry. Sorry everyone. Oh grandad I’m sorry.

If only we could have seen this coming.

It’s almost like everyone knew he was a terrible fit apart from our owners. So predictable and unfunny that it’s become funny. Kill me.

Retire the shirt.

You’ve changed your tune, been slagging him for years.

Just really hard to get excited about isn’t it. Hope he does well but nothing he’s done thus far in his career suggests he’s going to get any more than 10-12 goals max.