Not sure my heart can take another relegation scrap but what a season this has been, a real roller coaster ride with twist and turns throughout.  We all had the usual optimism at the start of the season and the signings of seasoned Championship players like Halford, Mattock, Buxton and Maguire looked astute, although I was really scratching my head at Ledesma, who looked a poor player when we had him on loan.

Kirk Broadfoot was given a massive ten game ban for apparent sectarian abuse against the odious sh it James McClean.   Greg Halford was given the captains armband, was constantly played out of position, had a couple of mares, was dropped, stripped of the captaincy and abused on Twitter by some of our less than bright keyboard warrior 'supporters' and sent to train with kids never to play for the Millers again.  Maguire turned out to be a bad egg and was crap anyway and soon shipped out to Oxford.

On the field Evans seemed to have lost his touch as we whimpered to an opening day defeat against promoted MK Dons, and we all had to endure a smug, smirking Karl Robinson giving it large in the away dugout.  Evans tinkered with the squad and dabbled in the loan market desperately trying to find the winning formula and just as he did was erm sacked/left by mutual consent (delet as you see fit) and then turned up at the mad Italian's place up the road.  

We swapped the him for Neil Redfearn with promises of new directions, investing in the academy and building for the future.  Many wise footballing sages revelled in the mood music, but not me I was unsure from the start.  Was Redfearn a Rotherham type manager?  But I held my breath as the roller coaster ride dipped again.  I remember sitting in the away at Derby at half time and having a mini rant about capitulations and an Evan's side wouldn't just roll over an have their tummies tickled only to be rebuked by one of those wise old sages with talk about building something and playing the right way blah blah blah.  Sorry, I don't care.  Not that I wanted Evans back particularly but I wanted a team of players who would run through brick walls for the badge, fight to the end and win lose or draw, put in a bloody performance that we could be proud of.  What we had was a bunch of guys looking like they were going through the motions and despite a couple of decent results in between I saw the same against Ipswich, Wolves, Blackburn and Huddersfield ... we were dying a slow death and looked destined to drop out of the Championship with a whimper.  But it will all be OK as we would have the beginnings of a super academy.  Give me a break.

Not before time, Redfearn was gone and Warnock rode over the hill on his white charger to save the day.  Everyone was united - 'if anybody could save us Colin could' and we were all frantically looking at the remaining fixtures, waxing about points totals needed and seeing where the likely points would come from and hoping against hope that we wouldn't have to go to Hull last day of the season needing a win.  All this in the face of TTB's continuing stream of negativity, proclamations and predictions as if he was sage leader general.  Thankfully he turned out to be a total bullsh iter and Warnock grabbed this bull by the horns, told the players they could actually play and compete at this level, called Halford over and told him he was a brilliant player and to stop moping about and get his arse on the pitch so he could take the penalties and the bloody long throws.  Gave the captains armband to Kirky (the rightful owner from the start) and despite that he got Frecklington to play at the very top of his game while still recovering from a series of niggling injuries and in the face of the opinions of our medical staff.

Warnock was a brave man indeed, he did it his way and he did it with a sense of perspective, a relaxed demeanor, no shortage of humour and the huge glint in the eye of a man who was loving life again and the result just kept on coming ... an agonisingly tense 1-0 win at Hillsborough a coupon busting win against Middlesborough, an unbelievable comeback against Derby and the total humiliation of relegation rivals MK Dons to leave a tearful Karl Robinson pleading for mercy on Three Counties Radio.

Not only did he turn around a six point deficit, he did it with room to spare, beating some of the top teams in the league on the way and 11 games unbeaten (with two games to go).  What a season!  What a manager!  What a team!  I care little for academies, youth development or future directions if they are at the expense of our Championship future.  Yes let's build and plan and grow but we need to remember the here and now and we need our supporters old and new to have a team we can be proud of if we are to develop as a club, and by crikey I am one proud Miller today!