I now fear the season is doomed

I’d have far more respect for these mouthpieces trying to get the EFL season declared null and void if they were at least honest about their motivations. Don’t hide behind ‘ethical’ reasons or complicated legal arguments.

The main reason clubs like Stevenage, Southend and Luton want to halt the season and start again with a status quo is because they’ve been useless on and off the field.

They’ve all made hopeless managerial appointments and performed badly in the transfer market leading to regular defeats on the pitch and a very likely prospect of relegation.

I don’t even blame them for wanting the season to finish. Those of us calling for the season to be completed are mostly acting out of naked self-interest as well. I just wish they’d be brave enough to speak honestly.

Now, more than ever, there is a need for strong leadership, both politically and in football and sadly there’s no sign of it in either field.

Listening to EFL chairman Rick Parry (right) wasting his time in front of a load of grandstanding lightweight MPs this week made me finally believe the 2019-20 season is doomed.

There are too many obstacles being placed in front of the optimists for football to resume.

I would imagine the Samaritans are advising callers not to read the Daily Mail or watch the BBC at the moment. Whether they are discussing news or sport, the most alarmist figures/comments they can find are the ones they trumpet the most loudly and aggressively.

We’re all so obviously doomed who cares whether Burnley get to play Crystal Palace or whether a points per game average, a penalty shootout or even a spot-the-ball competition is held to determine the winners and losers this season?

Players are apparently terrified of the possibility of playing three times a week and clubs are aghast that the financial mismanagement they have practised for years is about to be exposed.

I’m sure some of the ludicrous suggestions on how to complete the 2019-20 season currently entering the public domain are just deliberate ploys to muddy the waters and make people like Posh chairman Darragh McaAnthony give up their dreams.

That monumental halfwit Gordon Taylor, laughably still the main man at the PFA, this week suggested matches, if they are re-started at all, might not last 90 minutes. It’s that sort of insight that justifies his £2,5 million salary.

A lot of what of MacAnthony has been asking for on his always entertaining weekly podcast (salary caps, smaller squads, more youth players) now look like arriving in the pretty near future, but not the one thing he covets most of all and that’s winning promotion back to the Championship.

It seems just so unfair that so much blood, sweat, tears, anguish and entertainment should be dismissed as an irrelevance, while clueless clubs escape scot free from messes of their own making.