Sadly they do not care for us, they care for your money to bail them out of mistakes they have made that has brought us to L2, no home, academy with a uncertain future and so many broken bridges that nobody will deal with them. They are driving on a road to nowhere and asking you to pay and sit in the back, while not asking where they are going or what will be at the end of the drive.
If 25,000 turned up every week they would still not look to grow they would find a way of staying where cost of running are low while the balance sheet allows them to higher the payments into the pension scheme. How long can it carry on for, as long as people let it, but for everyday they are at the club the harder the job will become for those next up. They have 1 solution and 1 only, drop a budget and ask a manager to find a miracle and we know what happens then. The only manager who has had that chance left because they would not allow him to build and push on. Patterns are appearing everyday, every year even if you don't want to see it, hear it or read it, its happening in front of us all. And its so sad, sad to think L2 and all we get is this pair writing stupid uncaring letters with the same promises and the same bollocks regurgitated.
If this is all we are worth then they do not deserve your time, effort, money and excuses for what they have done, never mind a tenure of endless chances to correct the mess. FFS L2, future is only ours if they leave and someone comes with a plan of growth, with the fans at the front driving the club forward. I don't want to sit in the back or follow the clown car in front anymore or argue with friends the right and wrong of ownership. I want to discuss games, players, hope of better days, stand with them in bars, away days and laugh, cry enjoy the best days. I want my club back to call my own and say to people who ask i support my club and love my city and the people in it. I will die being proud to be a Coventrian, no matter where i go, work or vacation, i will however never say this is my club while these horrible heartless bastard are killing it with a smile or a begging letter.