At the train station before 6.30am, trying to fathom out why I'm awake and going all the way to Yeovil. After watching a 4-0 drubbing with Jenkins sent off, seeing HOW to take a penalty, by the end of the day I had to wonder if the players had had the same thoughts as I had when they'd woken up that morning....

Not that the day hadn't had any other surprises in store, not least the 1.5-4 mile walk (depending on who you  talk to) to Yeovil town centre, after hearing that the first taxi would be at least an hour. Great. So in the great company of other ShrimperZoner’s Vange Shrimper and Spaceman Spiff, we finally set down at the town's JD Wetherspoons and had a bite to eat; knowing that at least we'll be watching a team led by (for the first league game since his return) David Webb display some passion on the pitch.

Shame it didn't work out that way really. Lee Elam scored his sides first around the 32nd minute after a pretty even start to the game. This only proved to be the beginning of the end however, as Darren Way and Lee Johnson continued to put the home side out of reach in a devastating end to the first half. By half time all you could hear were cries for the return of Kevin Maher. Jay Smith incredibly deputised in his absence, and proved merely to wilt under the new responsibility. We can but hope that he eventually regains the form that we saw from him last season; I'm beginning to lose the faith on that one though. Why can't we have a captain that rises to the occasion and leads by example? Is that really too much to ask? 

At least in the second half we only had to see Johnson complete his brace with a well taken penalty (at least the travelling Shrimpers get to see one this season). Some how the away side only started to show that they could defend once Neil Jenkins had helped reduce his side to 10 men. Apparently, his sending off was for 'foul and abusive language'. The ref' should have heard what was being said in the away end.

By this time the support began to dwindle, with even a few scuffles breaking out amongst the away support - it's a shame that the team hadn't shown as much passion. Not that this proved anything other than to delight the home support. By the end of the game, the songs and singing from the terraces had been replaced with occasional shouts by individuals, so much so that before the final whistle you could watch out for the next person to shout something.

4-0 did flatter the home side though, it has to be said. They deserved to win, no question, but a four goal deficit really was a little harsh. It's still bewildering me quite how that score line represents what seemed a fairly even game of football. We have after all played a lot worse this season, and this was our first real thumping. Ron Martin really must be wondering how the side is going to get out of this mess. Whilst sacking Wiggers seemed to be the right thing, what is going on now? Are there other factors in play that we're failing to see?

The Yeovil faithful must've seen the writing on the wall with the return of David Webb. How wrong the were! How they must have been relieved to be witness to a shambolic Southend. Was this really a team managed by their former saviour? Could this really be a team under the same influence that began their rise into the football league? Can Southend really survive?

It's just a good thing that our next game will not be showed on TV. It really would be daunting to go into a game that will be shown over the world after we've seen our side embarrassed by the Glovers. Imagine a televised game in a cup against non-league opposition after a thumping, the chance for INTERNATIONAL humiliation. Oh dear.

There, I did it. I reported on a 4-0 drubbing with out f**king swearing. Oh Sh*t. Argh! Did it again...