Two Minutes of Madness

We were in a position to finally settle something. Instead, we did the most West Ham thing imaginable: switched off, and got punished immediately.

The moment it fell apart

• We looked capable of managing the game.
• Then came two minutes where we stopped thinking.
• And once panic sets in, we don’t play, we survive.

That’s the part that scares me. Not the result. The fragility. The way we unravel when one bad thing happens.

Final thought: You can blame shape, you can blame players, but the habit of collapsing is becoming part of the identity, and it needs cutting out now.