So as I surveyed the wreckage that is our club, and the calamity that was a 2-1 defeat to Stoke City, I unsurprisingly struggled to find anything constructive to say.
To put it simply, we were awful. Apart from a 25 minute spell after going a goal - and a man - down, we were insipid and without direction or leadership. Despite having time to rebuild his squad's fragile confidence during an international break, Juande Ramos looked like a rabbit trapped in the headlights of a train.
If his time at the club is coming to an abrupt end, then he didn't show it. For the most part the Spaniard remained nonplussed, seemingly lost for ideas as he watched his side flounder against the physical approach of their opponents.
It's also becoming clear that it is class, rather than just form, that is hampering the side. Luka Modric, highly thought of on the continent showed the size of Ramos' problems by demonstrating his lack of physical presence. Dwarfed by Stoke's midfield and out-muscled time and time again, the diminutive midfielder looks too lightweight for the Premier League, as Arsene Wenger predicted in the summer.
In desperation Roman Pavlyuchenko was thrown on to continue his fruitless partnership with Darren Bent, despite the fact that Ramos and Poyet had seemingly resigned their chances of gelling together to the scrapheap. Once again the Russian struggled desperately, his season with Spartak Moscow and a busy Euro 2008 having left him lethargic and at least a couple of minutes off the pace.
He wasn't alone, however. Not one player looked worthy of a Premier League side, and on this evidence, few will be playing in this division come the end of the season. Gareth Bale looks a shadow of the player who impresses with his energy and drive for Wales. Jermaine Jenas was too casual in possession and David Bentley may as well not have turned up, such was his ineffectiveness. It is likely that both he and the fans wish he hadn't have bothered back in when he signed for the club in the summer.
So we return to the beginning, and the search for something for Ramos to build on. A foothold on what is looking like an increasingly treacherous mountain. And here it is...
There is a saying that goes 'It's always darkest before the dawn'. There was a feeling that after two sendings off; conceding two penalties; having a player rushed to hospital and producing perhaps the poorest second half we have had all season, that somewhere among the chaos, we hit rock bottom.
Make no mistake, yesterday was a dark, dark day in the club's history. But perhaps that is what had to happen. To have any chance of survival we had to hit rock bottom, to taste what the dirt on the floor tastes like, before we can start to rebuild.
Okay, it's definitely clutching at straws but its what Ramos must do. Love him or loathe him, at the moment he is the manager of our club and it is up him to grasp any shred of positivity he can find.
Unfortunately, it is up to us to do so to. So instead of protesting, like the nationals say we will, get behind the squad when Bolton come to town. Nothing else matters at this precise moment in time other than getting that vital first win. Yes Levy must answer for what he has done but not now. Levy has made his bed, and for the moment, we must lay in it.