Cheltenham 1–0 Bristol Rovers – Enough. Absolutely Enough.

Seven defeats in a row.

Twelve goals conceded in three games before this.

Another limp, lifeless afternoon where we looked like a club running on fumes.

But do you know what’s worse?

What’s genuinely unforgivable?

The silence.

The complete and utter silence from the people running our football club.

The fans are hurting. The manager is under fire. The players look mentally shot.

And where are the owners?

Nowhere. Absolutely nowhere.

Not a word.

Not a message.

Not a plan.

Not even the decency to acknowledge what we’re going through.

This Is a Club Drifting Into Crisis , And the Board Haven’t Even Bothered to Look Up

We’re not daft. We know football goes in cycles. We know managers get things wrong. We know players dip in form. We know losing streaks happen.

But this?

This is structural.

This is cultural.

This is rot , and it starts at the top.

You cannot run a football club by disappearing when things get tough.

You cannot hide while the fanbase tears itself apart.

You cannot leave supporters who travel home and away to suffer with zero communication, zero clarity, and zero leadership.

Sure, Clarke Has Made Mistakes, But This Runs Far Deeper Than Him

Yes, Clarke has got things wrong. Yes, he has to take some responsibility.

But let’s be brutally honest: sacking him solves nothing.

Because the real issues sit above him.

This club has had four managers struggle under this ownership.

Four.

How many do we need before we admit the pattern isn’t a coincidence?

You could put anyone in that dugout and the cracks would still show, because the foundations aren’t right. The disconnect, the lack of direction, the silence, it all flows from the boardroom.

Until the ownership steps up, communicates, and rebuilds the connection they’ve allowed to collapse, nothing changes.

And Today? Today Felt Like the Final Straw

We actually started well. We had chances. We looked alive.

And then, as always, we folded.

A simple corner.

A simple finish.

A simple goal that summed up how soft we’ve become.

And when that ball hit the net, it didn’t feel like anger.

It felt like resignation.

Because deep down, we all know where this is heading unless something changes at the very top.

This Is Our Club. Not Theirs to Neglect. Not Theirs to Hide From.

They don’t feel it.

They don’t travel.

They don’t bleed inside every time we collapse.

They don’t walk out of grounds empty, hollow, embarrassed.

But we do.

We always do.

And we will always do.

That’s why the silence is unforgivable.

That’s why the lack of leadership is unacceptable.

That’s why the total disconnect is impossible to ignore.

Bristol Rovers belongs to the fans.

And right now, the people in charge are treating us like an inconvenience, not the heartbeat of the club.

**Talk to us.

Explain yourselves.

Show us you care, because right now, you’re acting like you don’t.**

And if they can’t?

If they won’t?

Then maybe the fanbase needs to ask the question loud and clear:

Are these owners fit to run Bristol Rovers Football Club?

Because the fans are furious.

The fans are heartbroken.

And the fans are done being ignored.