So, my beloved Bradford City have been backed into a corner; 89th in the league, one win and just four points from nine games and the manager gone. Well, said manager is now little more than a lame duck. As Peter Taylor walks to the dugout tomorrow, his final (inspiring - !) teamtalk given, what will be on his mind? Leading us to victory, or clearing his desk and heading back south.
No, Bradford City could barely be any lower right now. Of the four teams below us in League Two, Burton Albion have five games in hand. Slip any further down this league, and our chairmen effectively claim that the club will exist no more. Nearly a year to the day, that Taylor strode in after Stuart McCall had once again given his all, but the first time, been unable to achieve his dream, Taylor strides out for a final time. His reign, a failure.
Talk will continue on just who will take over as the next Bradford City manager, be it until May, or beyond. Whether, there is anything beyond May for Bradford City will be up to that manager and just how bleak that picture is that Mark Lawn so starkly painted.
But nothing at Bradford City is so simple. When Taylor does walk out tomorrow, it's not just any other game. A relegation six-pointer, the biggest game in our history and one with a bumper crowd. This is a turning point, it has to be a turning point.
Few, possibly no, fans will shed a single tear for Taylor tomorrow. There will be nothing like the rousing reception that Stuart received last February against Bury. Because he has led us backwards and to the edge of the precipice.
Onwards, upwards and to a 21st century progressivism. Because there is no other option.
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