A VERY frustrating few days as a Rovers fan, writes Simon Smith

It could have ended with some degree of joy but again we were denied even that.

No one really came out of the Oldham debacle with credit; the players were woeful, a couple downright disgraceful.

Sadly some fans must also look at themselves. Who are we singing for? Ourselves or the side?

Before the game it was loud and stirring.  Once the first pass went astray it went from Motörhead to Meldrew.

As bad as Rovers were, being booed at 0-0, away from home, at half time was awful to hear.

I understand that we pay to watch and the players get paid whatever the performance and result, but if our aim in life is to go and boo when things aren’t great then I hear Stereophonics are touring soon. Fill your boots.

Things improved slightly on Tuesday in so much as the team were more snappy and creative.

Sadly, although the cow’s rump was immovable, no one thought to bring the banjo.

Chances went begging, killer balls hardly threatened and inevitably Plymouth scored with a rogue attack.

One problem this season has been that opposition players seem not to have been scouted and their talents are as alien to the Rovers team as they are to us fans.

Admittedly Jack Byrne and Yann Songo’o are known to us and both were named man of the match by their fans, but many others tend to catch the Rovers by surprise.

In the second period it was obvious that Plymouth once more set out to sit back and catch us on the break.

As early as the 55th minute the football was as frantic as it was in injury time.

Tossing long balls into the box was a fruitless pursuit and when plum chances presented themselves only those in row 20 of the Ronnie Clayton stand were danger.

I don’t want to end on a sour note so I will skip the Ben Gladwin incident as I still can only fall back on foul language.

Season restarts Saturday? COYB.