The Weekly Bobbins: A Slow Slide Into Irrelevance

Well, that’s that then. Not mathematically, but it doesn’t take a savant to see we’re out of the playoff hunt. What makes it worse is the manner of it – drifting out of the race with a jarring set of bumps and whimpers. No drama, no fight, just a slow slide into irrelevance.

For much of the season, points racked up even if the performances were giving off warning signs. Now it’s fallen apart so completely that it’s hard to picture where the next point is coming from, never mind a late, undeserved surge into the top six. Relying on the form of Jack Marriott was one thing, but having no alternative playbook was naive.

“It looks like a group that has long since switched off”

We had one idea and we ran it into the ground. When Marriott wasn’t there, nothing changed. No adjustment, no alternative, no evolution. And that lands squarely on the manager.

Richardson talks a lot about being “the best version of ourselves”, yet we’ve spent months degenerating into a worse version. You don’t need to be in the dressing room to see the players aren’t buying into what he’s asking of them.

Call it conjecture if you will, but to me, the signs are obvious: the body language, the lack of intensity, the absence of belief. It looks like a group that has long since switched off.

When Richardson arrived in late October, confidence was low and the style of play was the main complaint. There was no real purpose under Noel Hunt.

Fast‑forward to April and we’ve somehow managed to regress even further. No confidence, no style, no purpose – and performances that feel even more disjointed than before.

Injuries have hurt us, but they don’t explain how meekly we’ve folded. The lineups have been questionable, the performances flat, and everything has the feel of players doing what they’re told without individuality or any conviction that it matters.

And that’s the problem: when belief goes, football becomes mechanical and stiff. You can see it in every sideways and backwards pass, every half‑hearted press, every moment when a player chooses the safe option because they don’t trust the system.

“Are they already on the beach? Maybe. Probably”

Richardson’s soundbite‑heavy interviews haven’t helped. They don’t feel sincere, and they certainly don’t feel like messages that would inspire a group that’s already running on fumes. The connection between manager and squad looks thin at best, broken at worst. Fans aren’t buying it any longer. We can see when a manager has lost the room.

Reading fans have lived with a low ceiling of expectation for years, but this feels like a new depth. All we’ve ever wanted is a team that reflects us: effort, unity, a bit of fight. Instead, we’ve watched a group that looks like it’s tuned out and unable to arrest the slide.

And that, ultimately, comes back to the manager. Minds have switched off, the last thing they want to do is play football. Are they already on the beach? Maybe. Probably.

We’ve all watched enough football to know when players don’t believe in what the manager is asking. When that disconnect happens, everything feels empty. You can see it in the way heads drop after conceding, the lack of urgency to address going behind, a total absence of any real intent. It’s a team fulfilling the manager’s obligations and not chasing goals like they mean it.

At this point, the end of the season can’t come soon enough. We have had enough of the vapid football we’ve endured. Whether Richardson can take accountability, rebuild trust and develop a coherent style and squad for next season has a huge neon warning sign above it. Right now, it feels very, very unlikely.

But for this season? Stick a fork in it. We’re done.