Nails in the Coffin
Motivational posters teach us that things are darkest before the dawn, but things are also darkest right before you die, and I know which of the two outcomes we’re heading for. I’ve started to drink heavily and take pain killers so I can sleep.
We lose 2-0 at home to start the month, then storm back for a 3-2 win on the road against a top-10 team to inject some hope into our season. Our next three matches are against the 17th place team, the 20th place team, and the 22nd place team. It’s our golden opportunity to pick up points and get ourselves back into this thing, and we’re primed to go with our unexpected victory right before the stretch.
We lose all three matches, getting outscored 7-2 in the process.
It’s over. We end the month in 21st place, 9 points back of the 19th place team, with 14 matches to go. I’m not sure why they haven’t fired me yet, and for whatever reason the team still respects my leadership.
But I’ve totally failed here. We can’t even get people to have a trial with us now, as they are “concerned about our place in the table.” No one will sign, we haven’t got any money, the fans are yelling for my head, and no matter what I do, we lose and lose and lose.
So yeah, bring on the drugs and alcohol. And the open jobs listing. I can’t have much longer here.