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PAUL BUCKLE must have had a busy week.
I can only imagine the Bristol Rovers manager was getting up in the early hours, driving to London, then touring local newsagents.
Armed only with a pair of scissors, the dedicated Buckle must have then blown all the spare cash from his astronomical salary buying up the daily newspapers.
Then, having completed the first part of his task, I imagine he went back to his car and sat there physically cutting out EVERY League One and Two table in print.
How else could he have conned our new loan signing Andy Dorman to join us by misleading him into thinking we were still a League One club?
A daft and fanciful notion?
Not for some it would seem.
Because the much maligned Buckle HAS been blamed in certain quarters for the fact that the Crystal Palace midfielder didn't know which division we were in.
Admittedly, we are 16th in League Two and hardly pulling up trees.
Some supporters who have been exiled in unchartered territory - the Amazon rainforest or deepest, darkest Africa perhaps - might think we have dropped off the face of the earth when they return to the civilised world.
Think of that British boy in Germany who suddenly turned up at a police station after being marooned in a forest for 16 years. If he was a Rovers supporter he would be painstakingly scanning the Championship and League One tables wondering where his beloved Gas had gone.
But that's hardly ALL Mr Buckle's fault, is it?
What are we going to blame him for next? The crisis of the Euro? Michael Jackson's demise? Frankie's exit from X factor and the Bieber baby?
If Dorman didn't realise what division we were in then that's his lookout. To be honest, I am still trying to get my head around our current lowly status myself.
But please, please, please can we stop trying to lay every problem at the manager's door.