SilverFox
Well-Known Member
This should be a time of exceptional sadness for us as a club. It isn’t.
Instead, I actually feel sorry for ‘the big six’. I feel sorry for the plastics, I feel sorry people like my old boss from some random place on the south coast, who rather than support his home town, professed to be a lifelong Liverpool fan despite never ever going there in his life. I feel sorry for the Chelsea fan I know who was born and grew up in Reading. “Thank god that season is over”, I read on his social media tonight, like mid table is the equivalent of the conference. What a disaster for them.
I feel sorry for them because they will never know the real meaning of success. They will never understand what it is to support your home rather than a brand. Their stories are the same. Here one minute and popular while the blood money is flowing, but gone when the regime propping them up disappears.
I feel sorry for them because they will never ever really feel or comprehend the way we all felt when we became champions because they never failed. Really failed. They’ve never invested themselves in anything when it was down and out, they’ve never seen it sink lower still, and they’ve never seen it rise from the ashes to create magic.
Most of all I feel sorry for them because they’ll never know or understand why our one title is worth all of theirs combined.
This. This is what makes us. We’re down and out, but when we make the climb once again, the view will be worth the fall. They will never know how that feels.
Proper football club.
Xx
Instead, I actually feel sorry for ‘the big six’. I feel sorry for the plastics, I feel sorry people like my old boss from some random place on the south coast, who rather than support his home town, professed to be a lifelong Liverpool fan despite never ever going there in his life. I feel sorry for the Chelsea fan I know who was born and grew up in Reading. “Thank god that season is over”, I read on his social media tonight, like mid table is the equivalent of the conference. What a disaster for them.
I feel sorry for them because they will never know the real meaning of success. They will never understand what it is to support your home rather than a brand. Their stories are the same. Here one minute and popular while the blood money is flowing, but gone when the regime propping them up disappears.
I feel sorry for them because they will never ever really feel or comprehend the way we all felt when we became champions because they never failed. Really failed. They’ve never invested themselves in anything when it was down and out, they’ve never seen it sink lower still, and they’ve never seen it rise from the ashes to create magic.
Most of all I feel sorry for them because they’ll never know or understand why our one title is worth all of theirs combined.
This. This is what makes us. We’re down and out, but when we make the climb once again, the view will be worth the fall. They will never know how that feels.
Proper football club.
Xx