Only one place to start. Rest in peace Dylan Tombides. Twenty is no age. Continued to raise awareness and much needed money during his battle. Played on through chemotherapy. Fought hard until the bitter end. All my love goes out to his family, friends and all who knew and loved him.

I am proud of the club for their emotionally charged tributes to him. Retiring the number thirty eight shirt that Dylan wore for us. Tears rolling down my cheeks as pictures were tweeted of his father and brother holding his shirt aloft, forgetting football even existed for a split second, then praying that the team would go on to do him proud…

What needs to be said about the match seems to pale in significance to the above. It isn’t significant, lets be honest.

So here it is. 19th April 2014, the day I finally had enough and jumped on the ever growing ‘Sam out’ bandwagon. Stood by him during the injury crisis. Backed him even when silently questioning his tactics, hoping he’d go on to prove the doubters wrong. But now, other emotions aside, I’ve had enough. I think most, if not all of us have. The result, honestly, I expected. Palace are on a great run. We’ve looked lackluster, clueless, disheartened, deflated and uninterested for most of the season. I expected different yesterday. For Dylan’s honour and memory if nothing else.

No desire. No pride. No passion. Lazy pure and simply. Enough is enough.

Sam looks like he hasn’t a care in the world. Certainly doesn’t look like a man under pressure. Coming out and blaming yet another poor defeat on the player who conceded the penalty. Yes, because it is wonderful for team morale to publicly blame one of your players for the defeat. What about YOUR tactics? YOUR team selection? YOUR too little, too late substitutions? When will you be a man, Sam, and foot the blame? Not all of it granted but, watching you blame everyone else but yourself week in, week out, is becoming too much of a regular, tedious occurrence.

Big changes need to be made in the summer. It’s pointless acting now but if changes a plenty aren’t made then an overriding fear for my beloved Hammers looms. Fans will stop paying ridiculous money to witness passionless performances week in week out. Who would want to play for a shambolic club in a half empty stadium?

The implications of continuing to ignore the fans feelings will only send us one way. This isn’t the West Ham way, which is now toomuch of a distant memory.

When will the claret and blue blooded chairmen prove themselves as fans and bring back the West Ham we all know and love?

TEN things West Ham must prioritise this summer