I'd rather they somehow fell into the bottom 3 immediately, suffered from now until the end of the season, including multiple trouncings, but survived by the skin of their teeth on the last day. Then they would go into next season racked with self doubt, fearful of another season of turgid...
pretty sure I stood on that terrace to watch us play Charlton (or was it wimbledon?) and the whole ground was fairly united in its opprobrium towards our mutual hosts.. about 1987?