Anyone for tennis?

I feel like it's groundhog day.
Just when you thought things had turned the corner.
Just when you thought the new manager had instilled a bit of confidence in the battered troops and bought in some decent new additions to the squad.
And just when you thought the days of heavy defeats were behind you.
6-1. again.
So far this season for my beloved Gas has resembled an Andy Murray choke in a Grand Slam final.
Losing 6-1, 6-2, 6-1.
Tennis scores on a football pitch.
And this time even worse. Because this was against Walsall. The bottom team in the division, well adrift of the rest, cannon-fodder for all comers.
Except us.
Midlands poor relations 6, West country bottlers 1.
I wonder what our new boss Dave Penney must be thinking now.
In one way I suppose he knows exactly the task he is facing.
In another, he must be wondering if even his combination of motivation, tactics and northern grit can turn around our fortunes in the last 20 games of the season.
Because it is now plain for all to see that when the going gets tough, the Rovers simply fold.
I was full of optimism before Saturday's game. We bought in two loan signings, a big striker named Rene Howe from Peterborough and Reading midfielder Scott Davies.
But neither were on the pitch when we found ourselves 3-0 down in the first 45 minutes.
"Oh well," my wife said, trying in vain to lighten my mood. "They could come back and win 4-3."
I stuck to that thought and was lifted more when Jeff Hughes got one back immediately after half time.
But a minute later I was in the depths of despair again. Walsall made it four.
And things didn't get better from there.
It's difficult to explain what a result like this does to you on a Saturday.
You try different things to cheer yourself up, but it's always nagging at your brain - every second of every hour.
Play with the baby. 6-1.
Cook tea for the family. 6-1.
Watch a movie. 6-1.
Try to sleep. 6-1, 6-1, 6-1.
Watch Andy Murray fold in the Australian Tennis Open final. 6 bloody 1.
And it will only alleviate when Wednesday comes around and the hope that in those few days Penney and his assistants can work some kind of miracle before the visit of MK Dons.
The way I look at it, we are undoubtedly the worst team in the division, barring perhaps Dagenham. But at least they've got some fight, if not the talent.
I can't recall in our history so many heavy defeats in one season. So many collosal reversals. So many depressing days.
I know there are trials and tribulations associated with being a Gashead.
It has always been thus.
But when over a thousand fans still turn up to support you away from home and you can't even compete, but throw in the towel so easily, that is a little too much for anyone to bare.
At the moment I can find no silver lining to this particularly dark storm cloud.
All I can hope is that the current management team learned more about our club on Saturday than they did in the false dawn that was our 3-1 win over Swindon Town.
Otherwise we are sinking back down to the Football League basement and the joys of visits to Accrington, Macclesfield and Lincoln.