Should I Stay Or Should I Go?
Wednesdayite and Vital member Ian has his say on leaving early at Saturday's game against Plymouth Arglye
I live 100 miles away from Hillsborough, and with the round trip to collect my son from Leeds, am typically travelling in my car for six hours in order to watch home games, writes Ian.
Last Saturday I persuaded a mate and Wednesday fan, who had recently returned from working abroad, to attend a game with my son and I.
My mate had not see the Owls live for three and a half years and travelled to the ground from his home in York. He, like myself, had been brought up watching the Owls during the glory days of Hirst, Waddle, Sheridan etc.
Nothing in the previous weeks prepared us for the horror show that unfolded on the pitch.
Instead of turning the corner, becoming Megson's battling midfielders and 90-minute hard men, we were treated to one of the most lethargic and ponderous performance we have seen since...when?
My son and I have seen some truly shocking games, and hotly debated at half-time where this stood opposite other abysmal performances such as the cup loss against Wrexham.
The arrival of the hot pies to the north stand canteen raised more cheer than anything on the pitch in the first half.
We also speculated upon what was going on in the Wednesday dressing room at half-time...the hairdryer treatment?...water boarding?...pleading and begging?...laughing and counting their money?
The second half followed the usual performance, rather like my dog, who will happily chase after a ball for ages, but has not idea what to do with it when she gets it.
When we conceded the fourth goal we at last discussed the unthinkable, should we leave before the end of the game? Something we had never, in 20 years of watching the Owls, done before.
In the end despair won out over the momentary satisfaction of booing the 'players'off the pitch at the games end and we left early, along with a good quarter of our fellow spectators.
What a dreadful afternoon! My son and I felt sorry for my mate, who I felt we had invited on false pretences, as he had expected to see a football match.
I don't mind seeing us lose anything like as much as I mind seeing a lack of effort and ideas from the players. I feel sorry for Megson, he's told them how he wants them to play, he's had them practice this method all week, and then they do exactly the reverse of what he wants.
And the killer punch for Megson? He can't go home early!