The old magic's gone. I don't think I'll ever get the days back when I wake up on a Saturday morning excited like a frothing lunatic. It goes further than Ashley and the awful shit under Pardew too. English football just doesn't have the same feel to it and the likes of Mourinho have helped kill whatever uniqueness it once had. On the other hand I celebrate us scoring goals again, even when the game's pretty much already won. I love the manager, like most of the players and don't feel as much contempt for the fans as I used to. It's a start.
Thing is, it all feels like a bit of a house of cards. Always will with Ashley.