Let the meltdown commence .....

I sometimes introduce my wife to people as my current wife - its worth the kick in the shins as it makes me chuckle

 

I was once in the enviable position of introducing my ex-wife and my (then) current wife to a friend at a party. I told him they were a couple of my wives. That went down well all round!

 

I wholly disagree. The last time we should have heard this at an English football ground was at Wembley when it was significant. Singing it before a home game against Stoke was totally meaningless.

 

Regarding the OP, I think Lambo has a point, but...
Firstly, Folk are calmer this season than in some previous, possibly because it's easier to remain calm when the table still looks good after a poor match.
Secondly, you can't generalise. I can only speak for myself, but when we play badly I generally put it down to a bad day at the office, no more, no less. I don't believe that I know tactics better than Ronald, and I don't ever feel that a player isn't trying. I do feel the joy of a great performance though. I can still feel the buzz from a midweek game against Arsenal a few seasons back, which we drew, but what a game!
We all know people (and please let's not name them!) who swing wildly from ecstasy to devastation on a weekly basis. Others never do.
Speaking of "if", I did like the MOTD comment about how Sturridge is great if he's fit. "That's a bigger if than Kiplings"
Kipling's poem talks about "treating those two imposters just the same" and I think the point he is making is that in youth we tend to overact to life's minor events, not that we should treat a loved-ones tragic early death and the birth of your child in the same way. A football match is ultimately as unimportant an event as it is possible to imagine-a group of men kick a pig's bladder around a field. You might walk away feeling grumpy, but switch on the news and that soon lends some perspective.

 

I don't remember who said it, but someone described football as the most important of unimportant things. I think that sums it up really.

 

Carlo Ancelotti I think it was. Great saying.

 

I've been watching Saints since 1965 so I certainly have a sense of perspective! My wife first started going regularly during our Championship relegation season so, that apart, has really witnessed nothing but success.

Its interesting that when we lose she gets far more worked up about it than I do. I tend to get worked up when players make stupid mistakes or bad decisions, or if I think they are not putting 100%. Of course I'm way happier when we win but it won't entirely ruin my weekend like it used to.

 

All too often these days I find myself having that feeling descend upon me. It's an involuntary response. I don't quite know why it happens. The first time anything of that nature happened was when I was watching Gene Kelly [or someone of that era on a Hollywood film] dancing about and suddenly the choreography just became jumping around needlessly. I couldn't watch it anymore. It happens in other arts. Opera suddenly becomes singing just for the sake of it. Why don't they just talk to each other.?

So it goes in football. Occasionally, instead of all the passion and skill, I see 22 men running around in funny coloured apparel, all trying to get the round bit of leather into big holes. And worse still, there are 30K or more people all encouraging them to do it. The feeling can be difficult to shake off. And the question that comes up is... why bother.?

 

FYI, I'm pretty sure its not a pigs bladder anymore and certainly isn't leather

 

It is rather a nice tune to sing at a stadium and if the words could be adapted to suit the players currently playing for the club. Manchester United's fans adapted it for Eric Cantona. Maybe we need a Frenchman in our ranks to make it more appropriate. Bertrand (Bertran the tran sounding like "grand" in French parlance) sounds kind of Gallic.)