I don’t bother with his post‑match interviews anymore. There’s never an apology, never a hint of responsibility, never even the faintest flicker of accountability for this never‑ending horror show. Just more of the same endless nothingness. He doesn’t even look ashamed when he’s spewing out his nonsense. Continually detaching himself from the situation, like he’s an outsider looking in. Total and utter abandonment of a situation he has created. A man without the integrity to resign.

What, exactly, has to happen to jolt Carol and Hancock into action? Is there some grand January plan brewing – something so monumental and mind-blowing that it’ll eventually be taught as a degree course? “What did you study at university, mate?”  “Oh, y’know, the resurrection of Port Vale in the second half of the 2025/26 season.” A miracle for the ages. It’s all bullshit. All of it.

I didn’t go yesterday. Stayed home. Drank too much, ate too much, slumped in front of the telly and watched us get dismantled. Hope is a strange thing, isn’t it? Despite everything, it’s still always there – this belief that somehow it can all be turned around. But deep down I know it can’t. Deep down I knew after the Plymouth game – when he wasn’t sacked – that we were already relegated. Yet up they pop again and again, that odd little duo: hope and belief. They’re killing me.

Everything was wrong yesterday: the formation, the lack of quality, the non‑existent game plan, our defending – watch those goals back – it is appalling. A so‑so Huddersfield side exposed it all with ease. Heads have gone. There was no fight, just rabbits frozen in the headlights.

It’s 9:45 in the morning and there’s still no announcement from the club. I’m hoping for one, but I know there won’t be. This is one long, slow‑motion train crash, and our owner and CEO have chosen to stand back and watch rather than intervene. There’s no remedy left to apply. From here on, everything has to be about preparing for next season – and League Two.

We’ve been failed. Cheated. Gaslighted. And this mess isn’t getting cleaned up.