If we can't beat Yeovil, then we can panic.

Moan, moan, moan. There was a rumbling around the ground on Saturday, a constant low frequency buzz that sounded like a distant rumble.

This was the sound of 15,000 people moaning to each other. Some people were moaning about the cold, some about Manuel Almunia not being as good as Almunia always is, others were just moaning because moaning is what they always do at football (the grumpus who sits somewhere around three seats behind me, I am talking about you!).

There were some moaners moaning about Watford's brand passing football, "Hoof it!" they moaned - the same people who used to moan "Pass it!" when we hoofed.

A few were even moaning about Zola, "Make some changes!" the moany moaned, even after the changes, even knowing how many injuries we had, even knowing our best fit eleven were already out on the pitch.

I am well aware of the irony involved in moaning about the moaning here, especially considering nobody was moaning more than me on Saturday.

I was moaning about the sheer amount of people moaning and then I started moaning about people moaning about my moaning about their moaning.

Moan, moan, moan - even the brilliant Yellow Order offered a couple of moany chants.

They tried so hard to lift spirits, yet still, "We're gonna shoot in a minute!" was their loudest moan tinged sing-song at a time when we really our players really needed a lift from The Rookery.

Personally my biggest Bolton moan came around the point of the 80th minute exodus. Did everyone really have to leave so early?

Right at the most crucial point of the match there were actual queues at the exits, moany people moaning about how long it was taking to get out.

Season ticket holders leaving the ground with ten minutes to spare in a game that was 0-1.

Is that really us giving the team the support they need? Where on earth were you people going that you had to get to so urgently? The pub? Primark? 

Let's hope and pray for a cheerier day on Saturday. If we don't beat Yeovil, then we should panic... then we can really moan.