ALL FANS of 'car crash' television really must buy a season ticket for Ewood Park to get their fix in future.

I say this because Rovers' ability to commit football's version of hari-kari would put the most depressed lemming to shame.

Yet again Rovers manage to shoot themselves in the foot while being a little more wayward when aiming at the opposing goal.

Surely there can be only so many times when I'm using the same derogatory adjectives to describe another bitterly disappointing Rovers defeat.

What is it with us this season? The first two goals against us on Saturday were examples of defending (loose description) at its most shocking. How two defenders can let Carlton Cole turn and score inside our own penalty area is shocking. If that wasn't bad enough then a midfielder runs unopposed into the box to score a second.

It's not so bad to be undone by that bit of magic but to concede because of total dereliction of the duty to defend is utterly shambolic. So from the manager setting the team out to be difficult to beat we are pretty much beaten inside the first 35 minutes.

God only knows what was said at half time but I'm pretty sure most of it wasn't printable and to be fair, it must have worked. Countless chances were created and finally we drew level in the last minute.

A draw would have been a great result in the context of the way the match had gone.

Unfortunately, without wanting to over-stress the point, our bottle went yet again. We should have got organised and closed out the remaining two minutes but, not for the first or even second time this season, we failed. The Rovers players let their guard down and hung their chins out inviting that classic sucker punch.

And so it duly came.

The first header was lost, the marking was non-existent and no-one charged Jensen's shot down. All classic Rovers 'bottling' traits and the reason we left, yet again, with nothing.

One has to feel sorry for Brad Friedel. Not only did he have to show our strikers how to score, he was left cruelly exposed by our failure to defend for the winner. No wonder he looked so gutted when it went in.

At least my 14-month old son knows what football can do to your emotions in the space of two minutes. One minute we're jumping around totally elated and the next we're collapsed in a heap, totally devastated.

Can I really bring him up into a world this cruel?

On the back of the weekend's results, the next game takes on huge importance. The Southampton game is the first in a line of 12 massive games that will decide our season.

It's time to create that siege mentality and stand tall together. It's a time for big hearts on the pitch and big noise off it.

It's time for the real Blackburn Rovers to stand up. This is getting serious.