19-11-2018, 18:05
When your team is on a nine game unbeaten run and hasn't won a league game in seventeen it's not surprising if a rip in the statistical fabric of space and time occurs. Nothing makes sense.
I'm afraid that somehow I've just become tired of all this.
If I had to pick a moment it happened, I suppose it was reading about Martin Allen's Q&A session. Asked about signings he talked about a midfielder and defender signing. It turned out the midfielder was already on loan to us and the defender was one of our own products, who we would soon find a way to fcukup. It wasn't even a good lie. It wasn't even decent sleight of hand. It was grandad's Christmas Day trick.
There has to be something better to do with time near the end of life than waste it wondering if tomorrow might be the day the club you've supported for a lifetime might finally win a game. There must be something better to write about, something more worthwhile to say.
As time goes by it gets ever harder to be funnier than what's really happening. What's the point in making a joke when the world's already laughing at you?
On Saturday afternoon I didn't even care enough to check how we were getting on. I can't be arsed now to look how the Prediction League's going, I didn't give my last ones any thought at all.
This is a world in which football doesn't want me. The Premier League is all that matters, but I'd need a channel I don't want to watch much of it. The EFL isn't even worth a mention now on the home page of the BBC website - a channel which only broadcasts brief highlights of Premier League games. I can't even watch England these days at football or rugby .........
The National League downwards is great for supporters who live near their club and get involved with their hometown team, but when you don't live near, or your club is attempting to alienate all those who love it and doesn't care for involvement, there's not much point.
I might return to the grassroots, or maybe I'll give my time to a game not populated by big money, liars and cheats.
I'm afraid that somehow I've just become tired of all this.
If I had to pick a moment it happened, I suppose it was reading about Martin Allen's Q&A session. Asked about signings he talked about a midfielder and defender signing. It turned out the midfielder was already on loan to us and the defender was one of our own products, who we would soon find a way to fcukup. It wasn't even a good lie. It wasn't even decent sleight of hand. It was grandad's Christmas Day trick.
There has to be something better to do with time near the end of life than waste it wondering if tomorrow might be the day the club you've supported for a lifetime might finally win a game. There must be something better to write about, something more worthwhile to say.
As time goes by it gets ever harder to be funnier than what's really happening. What's the point in making a joke when the world's already laughing at you?
On Saturday afternoon I didn't even care enough to check how we were getting on. I can't be arsed now to look how the Prediction League's going, I didn't give my last ones any thought at all.
This is a world in which football doesn't want me. The Premier League is all that matters, but I'd need a channel I don't want to watch much of it. The EFL isn't even worth a mention now on the home page of the BBC website - a channel which only broadcasts brief highlights of Premier League games. I can't even watch England these days at football or rugby .........
The National League downwards is great for supporters who live near their club and get involved with their hometown team, but when you don't live near, or your club is attempting to alienate all those who love it and doesn't care for involvement, there's not much point.
I might return to the grassroots, or maybe I'll give my time to a game not populated by big money, liars and cheats.