We were drinking the Kool-Aid from day one of the pre-season. Big gulps.
Every little thing in the off-season felt like proof we were onto something. The Lomax stance? Finally, we’ve got a backbone. The club stands for something. Love it.
Pezet on a one-year? Sneaky smart. You start talking yourself into how that could actually be a Ryles masterstroke.
De Belin, Kelly… yeah alright, maybe.
Then all the Moses chat kicks in. This is the year. Breakout. Leader. The media and Journalists start backing us. Everything starts lining up nicely in your head.
Then the season starts… and it hits you.
We weren’t building anything. We were just talking ourselves into it.
All that “identity” stuff? Turns out we suffer from multiple personality disorder, and none of them are good.
Classic. Cheers for the Kool-aid it tasted better this year.
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Not even close to a powerhouse. We're a cubby house at the moment dressed up as a powerhouse . Have been for a long time
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