Us football fans put up with a lot...
We put up with shitty owners employing shitty managers who buy shitty players playing shitty football.We then put up with the same shitty manager telling us the shitty football we're watching is actually not shitty at all but the very zenith of the game and we should count ourselves lucky to witness a master tactician like him at his peak...
We put up with police that would like nothing more than to go full Catalonia on our ass...you can see it in their eyes,you can hear it in their voice.They make their own rules up as they see fit when dealing with us fans.They can impose any banana republic law they want, seemingly at will, on us fans at any given moment. They despise us despite us fans being responsible for topping up their pay packet with mucho overtime...we put up with all that.
We put up with underpaid,undertrained stewards who're either university students out of their depth or fifty year old high vis clad former hooligans with heart conditions looking for one last kick off to tell their mate Dave about in the Red Lion...
We put up with prices that would make The Sultan of Brunei think twice about opening his wallet for...never mind that your team have lost five on the bounce with the right back playing left wing,the centre half playing right back and a deadbeat on loan striker who's on his fourteenth club in five years,that's forty quid please with restricted view...
We put up with catering that gives us the runs just looking at that damn half cooked steak pie.Lord knows what kind of steak it's supposed to be.It's not steak that has any discernible steaky bits in.Don't even get me started on the over priced beer...
We put up with Sky/BT/police being able to move the game from 3pm saturday to sunday lunctime or monday evening or even on a thursday...Thursday used to be the one day when football was never played.Thursday was our sabbath.Not any more...
We put up with all this with a stoicism that would impress a masochistic cave dwelling hermit.We put up with it cos' we love going to games no matter what crap we have to endure.We love the crack with our mates,we love the occasional winning feeling,we love the moaning...
What we don't love is the international break...it stops us in our tracks.the natural flow of the football season is halted.The real season does'nt really begin until November because of it.Up till then it's just jostling for position...
If your team is on a winning run all momentum comes to a grinding standstill and it's bloody hard to kick start it again.If you've just suffered a twatting all the players want to do is get out on the pitch to put it right instead of hanging around with their finger up their arse...
Us fans want games.Ideally three a week,every week.When managers whinge about playing four games over the Xmas period we snort in derision. We love it.Get out there and play you tart...
Do international breaks even work? Yes England tend to qualify easily from their group but that's mostly because for the last six competitions we would have had harder opposition from Eurovision contestants...no matter how easily we qualify it does'nt stop us generally stinking up the place once at the finals.Still at least it gives the lads another few weeks off before the next international break...
For a club like Wolves it's also a pain in the arse as we rarely get players in the England set up so when we do naturally we want them to do well...but not too well.They're spending ten days cooped up with Billy Big Bollocks from Liverpool United hearing tales of fast cars,dolly birds and double Nandos...It's enough to turn a young mans head.Enough to make him desire the big city bright lights over the homely Poundstretcher charms of Wolverhampton...Enough to get his agent rubbing his hands with Faganesque glee...
I think what i'm trying to say is that international breaks are bollocks...
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