IF you make the regular pilgrimage to watch football each weekend you will experience the full gamut over the course of a season, whoever you support.
Reading have veered violently from the sublime to the ridiculous and back again this season.
At the irregular time of 3:30pm last Sunday Reading played Queens Park Rangers at Loftus Road, producing a display suggesting they, rather than Harry Redknapp’s expensively-assembled team, are promotion bound.
It is quite possible neither of these two teams gets promoted come May, despite starting as the two favourites to reach the Premier League way back last August.
QPR are everything you don’t want as a manager of a promotion-chasing side. The players are all past their best, have played most of their careers at the top level, play in such a way as to suggest they have a divine right to win, and are a tad work shy.