I can remember that post being posted by a Nottm Forest fan on the old Rivals Canary Corner fansite. Not sure if any nodge fans here used to go on that site, but there were some utter tools there.
As a "binman", I'm looking forward to the derby next season, so I'm going to say through gritted teeth, well done on getting promotion on the 1st attempt.
Strangely some of my best memories as a wolves fan were when we were in the old fourth and third divisions. True the football and grounds are terrible, and in that I mean our own. If anyone remembers we only had 2 stands because the others were closed following the fire at bradford.
But the fans were fans. Everygame was real football people. Where I sit now at the molineux, I have good seats, but half the people around me aren't real fans. We have arguably got the best team now for the last 20 years and people still moan. They still believe we are a big club and the glory years, only my grand dad remembers truly.
Don't get me wrong I would not want to be back there, but sometimes I wish the fans that come along with a little bit of success would go away and leave the real fans there.
I also think fans have it too easy now adays, it was charcter building standing on a terrace in grimsby on a tuesday night in the rain losing 3-0. Those are the moments lives are built on. You have to experience the bad to appreciate the good.
Ramble over, congrats to every one who wins something this year and comiserations to those who will get ear ache for the next 12 months.
P.S. The congrats does NOT extend to WBA fans.
As a Leicester fan I could have written something similar a while back. I'm sure I would report differently were it longr than a year visit but I enjoyed visiting a few new grounds, the lack of Premier League razmataz and winning more than we lost.
Agree with the anti Leeds sentiment. One of the few sets of fans who I have seen the lot from on every occasion - violence, racism, in fighting etc. As mentioned every club has a minority, theirs just seems to be bigger than most.
As a genuine football fan first & Leeds fan second I can't really disagree with some of the comments posted here. There is definitely a minority of fans who come from that early / mid 80's hooligan element and are only interested in causing trouble. I would never take my stepson to a Leeds game (He supports Man Utd anyway, Glory Hunter). I started going to games when Leeds were in the old 2nd division and stopped going in the late 90's before all the recent(ish) glories and subsequent strifes due to work & family commitments.
I also hate the hangers on you pick up when you have some success, A friend of mine worked at Elland Road when we were flying high 10 years ago and he reckoned 10,000 of the home gate was corporate tickets for the "Non-supporters". I guess with all the money in football nowadays that's what comes with perceived success. Shit how money has ruined the game and spoilt so many clubs. As a true fan I want to see my club do well but not as we did before, on borrowed money and buying success. Chelsea fans and Man City fans must feel very hollow sometimes !!
Ho hum anyway does this hold true to those of us looking forward to league 2 football next season?
Yep. Totally agree. All those years on the terraces, watching Doncaster lose lol...and then the joy when Billy Bremner's bunglers knocked QPR out of the old milk cup (league cup) ...and whats more only paying 50p to see it by standing on those very same drafty terraces...
Originally Posted by TimRobertson
Or how about this for good value...my Salford born mate standing on the terraces watching Law, Best and Charlton for 5p
I am sure some of you will have seen this already, but here is another take on relegation:
Now I’m as optimistic as anyone when it comes to this numpty of a football club, but after this afternoon’s latest capitulation it’s time to wake up and smell the coffee – we’re fúcked. Down. Goners. Non-league. To be honest I didn’t know how it would affect me, it’s not like it hasn’t been coming, but tonight I just feel absolutely deflated. Absolutely fúcking devastated.
I can’t get away from these emotions, I just want the whole world to just go away off and leave me alone. To help me come to terms with this whole mess, I’ve decided to compile a list of everyone and everything I want to go away off most of all.
For starters, work can go away off. If they think I’m going to be there on Monday morning they’ve got another thing coming. No way am I going in to spend time dealing with cúnts that I can barely stand being with when I’m in a good mood, let alone this crushing feeling of anger, frustration and outright metaphorical-kicked-in-the-bóllocks-ness.
Plastic Premier League fans can go away off. I just spoke to my Manchester United supporting neighbour (who incidentally, has been to Old Trafford before – twice) about Town’s predicament. You know what he said? “I know how you feel; it’s like when we failed to win a trophy in ‘95”. NO IT FÚCKING WELL IS NOT!
He no longer has a face.
The girlfriend can definitely go away off. Her best attempt at consolation – “I don’t know why you’re bothered; you knew they were shít anyway”. Yes love, but they’re MY shít team. They’ve been MINE for pretty much as long as I’ve been able to wipe my own árse, and they’ll be MINE for as long as I’m alive (or at least, until I’m no longer able to wipe my own árse). Truth is, watching my team win does things for me that no woman can. If push comes to shove and I’m horny, I can always have a wánk.
Barrow can go away off. I’ve been all over the country and beyond to watch my team, but frankly I just don’t have the stomach to visit any town which makes S****horpe look like fúcking St. Tropez.
Dad, you can go away off. This is your fault. Your idea. You introduced me to this shower of shít. “Come with me to Blundell Park”, you said, “Come and support the boys”. What could I do? I was fúcking four, what choice did I have? Why not get me hooked on Heroin whilst you were at it? I could have gone with mum shopping for bras and knickers at British Home Stores, but no, you knew best.
Granted, I’d have probably grown up a homosexual but surely even being simultaneously búggered two guys named Seth and Quentin couldn’t hurt like this.
Seeing as we’re on the subject of homosexuality, Gok Wan can go away off. No particular reason, I just plain don’t like the annoying, goggle-eyed edit.
The F.A. can go away off. Not for supplying us, week-in, week- out, with inept referee after inept referee, but for imposing sensible financial rules on all clubs in League Two. How many clubs in this division have been into administration this season? Not one. How many points deducted? Not one. How the go away else are we supposed to avoid relegation – footballing merit? We didn’t have to last season, so why spoil the fun now?
The World Cup can go away off – I don’t care anymore.
My local pizza shop can go away off. I ordered a 12” Pepperoni over an hour ago, and where the go away is it? Are they trying to fúcking fly it to me or something?
Sky Sports can go away off. Nothing personal, but there’ll be little need for me next season with no Town to be found anywhere. Ooh, Bolton versus Wolves, LIVE. I think I’ll pass...
The radio can go away off. On my way home from the match, whilst driving down the M180, I caught three completely separate stations playing ‘Down’ by Jay Sean at the exact same fúcking time. The song’s the best part of a year old, how the go away does that happen by coincidence!?
My nan’s old lucky Buddha that used to sit in her front room can go away off. When I was a kid I held it in my hands and wished for Town to be in the Premier League. I meant the proper one you fat edit, not the one occupied by Histon, Eastbourne and for go away’s sake, Ebbsfleet, wherever that is.
Tonight can go away off. I’ve had enough of trying to cope with my emotions; the time has come for oblivion. I haven’t kept any booze in the house since an occasion known only as ‘That Night’ by myself and the missus, but suffice to say that the toilet duck and luminous blue mouthwash are looking like stronger propositions by the minute.
Most of all though, the last 10 years can go away off. In that time I’ve watched my team fall from the top of the Championship into non-league nothingness. We’ve gone from one great big go away up to the next without even coming up for air, and today is just the big, go away off cherry on top.
One thing I’m sure of though is that we WILL be back. When it comes down to it, a football club is basically just a set of supporters, and frankly what I’ve learned in the last few years is that this one has some of the best. We’ve had to put up with some shít, haven’t we boys, but in spite of all of that the future is still bright – it’s fúcking black and white.
Grimsby ‘til I die...
As a Southampton fan also used to the high life I have learnt to temper my expectations in recent years, but was gutted about going down last year and the manner of it, but I must say even though we won't go up this year, it has been quite refreshing in league 1. Some ding dong matches with some good teams (Norwich for example: good team, although not quite good enough to beat us even at Carrow Rd!!!) and some right royal tonkings of some of the whipping boys. We should be good to go next season, go up that is.
Edit: Someone beat me to it.
Really should read the whole thread.
Anyway my team, Notts County, shall be plying their trade in League 1 next season. Bring it on!
First game I ever went to was Aston Villa in the old third division. I was 8 yrs old.
I was 16 when we won Division 1 and 17 when we lifted the European Cup!!!
Anything is possible.