IT is clear to every Rovers fan that we have been equally cursed and blessed. We had the best owner in the history of football and now we have to endure the worst.

Despite another disgraceful Saturday performance it is the long-term degradation of the club that is the issue.

Who among us didn’t think that when the owners decided to sack the reliable Gary Bowyer and appoint Paul Lambert, just as we escaped FFP censure, that Rovers were poised to spend a little and step towards the top end of the table, that things were about to get better?

Things quickly got a whole lot worse.

No, we don’t have players on massive wages anymore. The club, as Eric B and Rakim had it, paid in full and allowed those glassbacks to skip off to TV, rival clubs and the beach.

But neither do we have many players left who care about anything but the noughts on their bank account.

It used to be that footballers wrote their autobiography when they had achieved some glory, now these books tend to be nothing more than bragging manuals by sub-standard players about how much they have earned.

It now seems that many players don’t view football as a dream career – which they also got paid for doing – but seem to view ‘success’ as working overtime to secure a year or two's contract, where after they do anything to avoid working on Saturdays.

Some players vaingloriously retweet any crumb of praise that comes their way but then go into hiding as soon as they have a stinker.

Frankly, the whole thing from top to bottom leaves me disgusted but all our protesting so far has drawn nothing from Venky’s except the fact that they stay away and communicate less.

Even if we won last night, it’s only a sticking plaster over a gaping wound; a mere win is a poster on the wall hiding the fact that there’s a massive tunnel behind it where all the good things about Blackburn Rovers went.