At my age you often find that sitting in the armchair in an afternoon when you are fed up with the papers, the tele and watching it rain, your mind drifts off wondering about the imponderables of life. Who cares a toss whether we can split an atom or not? Why does anybody actually buy and read the Daily Express? Why, apart from Carol Kirkwood, do TV Companies only employ Weathergirls with no tits? And the biggest imponderable of them all - why do we get so attached to our Football Clubs? Why does anybody want to spend a months disposable income flying across the continent to support their Team in a meaningless European competition? Why does an Accrington supporter, knowing his Team will always be a lower league Club, feel the need to spend a weekend travelling forwards and backwards to Plymouth to watch his side lose? My 3 great interests are golf, the theatre and football. Three times I had to move away because of my work. I found another golf club, I found another theatre but I always kept my season ticket at Carrow Road and came back for every home match. Why?
They want you to look at the weather map! Dirty fecker I did the same every weekend, home and away from Northern Ireland for two seasons, cost me a bloody fortune and to this very day I still don't know why. It's not like we were even that great at the time!
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It is truly bizarre how a guy can go through life changing jobs, cars, homes... and even (occasionally) wives, yet the bond between him and his football club remains intact regardless of how well/crap they are doing at any given time. The exception, of course, are 'plastic' fans, such as Chelski, who migrated in their thousands to 'support' Manchester Citeh once they discovered Abramovich was no longer the biggest, richest benefactor in the game But for the purposes of 1950's thread, they don't exist
I guess its because its something that belongs to us. Despite Delia being the majority shareholder, the club still feels like its mine. The only constant in fottball is the supporter. When I shuffle off this mortal coil, I know that my son will continue to follow City as I do, despite because of where he has lived all his life he has probably only been to Carrow Road a dozen times but has been to many more away games. And at those away games, he smiled and chatted with complete strangers who have the same love of Norwich. And his sons are both Norwich nuts as well so the dynasty of my family being Norwich supporters will continue for at least two more generations. And we have choices for other things. I play Golf as well. When I was younger and hit the ball out of sight I played at Perranporth, a James Braid links course. Now, in my 60's, I play a smaller 9 hole course and go round twice. And if it piddles down with rain I can miss the monthly medal but nothing would stop me watching City.
