RELEGATION jitters are abroad on Teesside again after the stiffs lost a second successive match. The gap is still ten points but there are some hard games to come and the glint of silverware is blinding us.
Yet there is also a growing hysterical belief that Boro can somehow stumble all the way in at least one of the knockouts. I buy into that and have done since about October when I became convinced that it was 1997 all over again and we were going down in a blaze of glory.
But if I was asked right now to sign a Faustian Pact offering an open topped bus parade down Linthorpe Road come May in exchange for my soul and going down with the Mackems I would willingly sign in blood.
Not because I want to see Boro relegated. I don't. I realise the possible consequences if a club doesn't bounce back back before the parachute payments are ripped away. I realise the Championship is a shadow world ghost fleet of rusting once proud vessels like Leeds, Sheffield Wednesday, Ipswich and Sunderland.
But I also believe passionately that Steve Gibson is right when he insists that Boro is about "sport and glory".
And I believe that the current debilitating malaise around the club - the bickering, the alienation of fans from pampered millionaires, the frustration at a stasi-stewarded sterile matchday experience, the slow drift away to bars that show games on al-Jazerra - can best be blasted away by a cup final ticket frenzy and another fix of the affirmative ecstacy we experienced on the whistle at Cardiff.
I believe an FA or UEFA Cup win will fire the imagination, revitalise flagging spirits and revive the Riverside Revolution in a way that gamely edging up to ninth place never could and that the feelgood factor would flow no matter what division we were in.
I could live with the drop. After all, it is not something we have never experienced before. But winning the UEFA Cup is. Winning the FA Cup is. That is what I always dreamed of. That is sport and glory.
It may be heresy in an age whne the Premiership is all but next year I'd rather be lording it at Burnley wearing a UEFA Cup winners scarf than trudging to Everton festering with empty-handed bitterness and a fear that the club will be treading water for years.
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