I peruse this forum a few times a day. I read a sentence that went along something like '.... I don't want a wasted season with nothing won.'. Well this describes a sentiment we all can nod along to, but it also describe exactly what is going to happen the the vast majority of football fans. Their team is not going to win a trophy or even a promotion. So why do they support their team if 99.9% of the seasons since the team was formed have been wasted ones?
I have supported Chelsea since 1972. My earliest football memories are from that year, my father was an Arsenal fan which may have something to do with the TV showing more football than before. I grew up watching Chelsea yoyo between the 1st and 2nd divisions and flirt dangerously with the 3rd. The first Wembley Final I attended was the ZDS trophy final and how thrilled I was Chelsea actually had won something when I was alive to see it. I told Kerry Dixon in the car park that the round thing he was carrying was called a ball (he was piss poor that match, winning with a Tony Dorigo FK), to which he grimaced me a cheerful smile, thinking B&st*@d.
I couldn't watch game after game expecting to win. I'm glass half empty always. For me it seems the highs are sweeter when not really expected. I can only imagine watching a team and expecting and demanding to win would be extremely frustrating and a pointless grind. A source maybe of the dearth of sportsmanship (amongst the fans) and rage they sometime breaks out in violence. I couldn't do that to myself.
Are there two breeds of humans? One who supports faithfully, and those who support faithfully but only when winning. Thoughts please lads and lasses.
I have supported Chelsea since 1972. My earliest football memories are from that year, my father was an Arsenal fan which may have something to do with the TV showing more football than before. I grew up watching Chelsea yoyo between the 1st and 2nd divisions and flirt dangerously with the 3rd. The first Wembley Final I attended was the ZDS trophy final and how thrilled I was Chelsea actually had won something when I was alive to see it. I told Kerry Dixon in the car park that the round thing he was carrying was called a ball (he was piss poor that match, winning with a Tony Dorigo FK), to which he grimaced me a cheerful smile, thinking B&st*@d.
I couldn't watch game after game expecting to win. I'm glass half empty always. For me it seems the highs are sweeter when not really expected. I can only imagine watching a team and expecting and demanding to win would be extremely frustrating and a pointless grind. A source maybe of the dearth of sportsmanship (amongst the fans) and rage they sometime breaks out in violence. I couldn't do that to myself.
Are there two breeds of humans? One who supports faithfully, and those who support faithfully but only when winning. Thoughts please lads and lasses.
I consider myself a true supporter.