The poster wasn't dreaming, you must have been asleep when it happened. Some of BCFC turned up in limos, stopping off at Red Hawk initially before arriving at the KC where they did rip up seats, admittedly not on the scale as Millwall did.
One day soon, at half past two on a Saturday, many many people will queue up one by one at many many football grounds. When the gates open, they'll all shuffle in, with no noise. Silent. Once in, they'll buy a match-day information leaflet for 10 pounds. Then they'll stand together on a concourse and read it. In silence. At ten to three, a hooter will sound. At that noise all those people will close their information leaflets and form an orderly line into the football arena. There, hands at their sides, they'll slowly make their way to their seats. The seats of silence. Five to three and two football teams emerge from the tunnel. As one, every person rises up. Then, as the nice,large shiny, pitch-side TV screen displays 'applause' on its face, everyone claps in rhythm. And then they'll sit down. The game will begin. Watched in silence. People scan the back of their information leaflets to see what they should do if a goal is scored. A goal is scored. Everyone rises and applauds and says "Good goal!", as per the manual. The big screen will count down from 20 seconds. When it reaches zero everyone knows to be sat down again. In silence. Just....just appreciating. At full time, win, lose or draw, both teams will be kow-towed by everyone in the stands. When allowed, a few dozen fans will be able to get both sets of players to sign their half and half shirts. And then that's it. Everyone is ushered back out of the ground, nodding at what a marvellous game it was and how impressed they are with football and the all round lovliness of their past-time. What will they be saying to each other? "I'm so glad we have the money to pay for this, aren't you?" And the chairmen of the football clubs will be patting each other on the back. "These are our kind of fans. And they just pay up every time. Remember the dark days when the hoi polloi had their say? Isn't all this superb? More champagne?" A dream for all chairmen/owners: Full stadia. Doesn't matter who's paying, as long as someone is... . . . Meanwhile, on that day across town, those without the cash will be screaming, shouting, debating, cursing, drinking and chanting at 22 players on a piece of grubby turf. Watching a game of football and supporting. The real fans whose club's won't be on TV and who'll be treated as second class. They'll be there because they love it and love their team. Not tourists. Just fans. They love it. It's not a fad, or a trend. Or a show of wealth. They just love it A bit dramatic maybe? It's closer than you think (Last time I went to the KC it was already halfway there...) To coin a phrase.... Be careful what you wish for.
Their supporters club was already independent of the club, so merging with the trust was an obvious thing to do, both organisations were effectively doing exactly the same things.
Present tense not past. HCOSC has never been anything other than the official supporters club, it was formed under that mandate.
