Imagine a massive swirling river, with a huge whirlpool, and by gum a swimmer is struggling. He swims frantically, his strength failing, the grip of the whirlpool tightens, drowning, choking, unable to breathe, heart racing, panic, desperation, impending horror.

To be sucked under.

To blackness, lungs filled, death.

Then......his strength returns, he begins to win against the tide, or at least not lose ground.

Like Cambridge winning at Barnsley for gods sake, every time extinction comes, they effing well get a result.

Damn your hide for eternity Monk. The devil is taunting me.

If only i could extend a foot and push Cambridge Uniteds head under the water till it does not return, if only. Or be able to get a shot.

The football world can do without the like, look at all the big teams at lower levels, even York are a much bigger club, United are a southern Hartlepool.

Strength can never last, the pull is too strong, extinction is coming, relegation, as as per United, endless failure on and off the pitch, the owners filling their accounts.

Its just when the whirlpool wins.