Bristol Rovers 0 - 1 Stevenage: No Fight, No Plan, No Hope

Another game, another embarrassing performance. Another game where Bristol Rovers looked like they’d rather be anywhere else than on a football pitch. Another nail in the coffin. Let’s stop pretending: we’re not circling the drain anymore—we're already halfway down it.

Saturday’s 1-0 loss to Stevenage wasn’t just poor. It was pathetic. Gutless. A total surrender in front of our own fans. Jamie Reid's goal wasn’t a wonder strike—it was a damning indictment of how soft, disorganised, and uninterested this squad has become. He strolled through our defence like it was a Sunday dog walk, barely needing to break a sweat. We stood off, let him walk in, and gave him the time and space to finish. It was Sunday League stuff. Actually, that’s harsh on Sunday League.

We offered nothing. No response. No intensity. No plan. This wasn’t a one-off bad day. This is who we are now.

Calderón's Finding It Tough—But He's Not the Root Cause

Let’s be fair—Calderón walked into a total mess. A weak squad, disjointed team, morale on the floor. It’s clear he’s trying to implement something, but it’s also clear it’s not working. The players look unsure, the system changes, and whatever message he’s giving them isn’t landing.

He has to take some responsibility. The team looks lost at times, passive, without direction. But it’s also true that he’s been handed a job most managers would run a mile from. A rookie manager in a broken club? What did the board think would happen? He’s not the main problem—but he’s not fixing it either.

The Owners Have Failed—Spectacularly

This collapse starts at the very top. Our ownership has been a disaster—plain and simple. They have failed at every single level. Failed to build a proper footballing structure. Failed to support managers with the right players. Failed to communicate with fans. Failed to treat this club with the respect it deserves.

They talk big about ambition, about growth, about “long-term projects,” but what we’re living through is negligence dressed up as vision. They have gutted this club, made short-term decisions with no planning, and now we’re watching it all fall apart while they hide in silence.

Do they even care? It’s hard to tell. Because while we’re in crisis, they’re nowhere to be seen. No leadership. No statement. No connection to the fanbase. They’re driving this club off a cliff and not even bothering to steer.

The Mem is a Graveyard Now

The Memorial Stadium used to buzz. It used to intimidate. Now it’s a graveyard. Empty seats, hollow chants, fans trudging out ten minutes early because they’ve seen this horror film too many times already.

We’ve gone from hopeful to hopeless. From proud to pathetic. And the worst part? You look at this team, this club, and you don’t see a way back. Not under this ownership. Not under this regime that treats us like background noise instead of the heartbeat of the club.

Relegation? We’re Already There

Let’s stop kidding ourselves. We’re not in a relegation battle—we’re preparing for League Two. There’s no fight, no unity, no leadership. We’re not showing signs of life. We're already dead on our feet. Seven defeats in eight. Three goals in the last five games. No character, no quality, no clue. The warning signs have been there for months—but those in charge chose to ignore them.

This didn’t have to happen. But when you run a club this badly, with no care, no passion, and no plan—this is what you get.

Other clubs at the bottom scrap for every point. We stroll around like it’s preseason. This isn’t bad luck—it’s the natural consequence of how badly run we are.

We Deserve Better—But We Won’t Get It Unless They Go

Bristol Rovers is a club with history, with passion, with a fanbase that turns up even when the team gives them nothing. We deserve better. But we’re not going to get better unless there is serious change.

The owners have proven they can’t run a football club. They’ve overseen failure after failure and somehow keep making things worse. The sooner they go, the sooner we can start rebuilding. Because right now, they are dragging this club into the abyss—and taking every one of us with them.

Time’s up. Go. Now.