- Joined
- Sep 28, 2019
- Messages
- 5,020
If your a passionate fan, how can you have no interest in how badly your club is run?60 years of no top flight football with very few highs will have that effect on any fanbase. Our expectations are that we will be disappointed. Year on, year out.
Sure, we all may dream each summer that it'll be different, but rarely do those hopes get to live past the month of September.
Stockley, Ginnelly, Ripley, Bayliss, Rafferty in 2019. Olosunde, Thomas, Izzy, Wickham, Murphy in 2021. Every single one of them playing lower league football or not playing at all now.
Yet, the guy who negotiated those deals and contracts is still here. Admittedly mostly active on Facebook spending the transfer window mouthing off to fans.
Most fans don't care cos as you say they have no interest in how badly things are run. Have no belief we will get promoted. We have a collective lower league mentality and you see it in the tin pot nature of the ownership and many fans alike.
I just don't get it
60 years of no top flight football should be spurring fans on to ask the questions, not consigning yourself to what now seems an endless stagnation.
False dawns within the last 20 or so years have given us hope, some expectation thrown in as well. Plus we are constantly reminded that our owners have aspirations of getting back to the top flight, yet here we are, our 7th season in the Championship.
I stick with the M B cha's opening post.
Make something happen on a national stage an there is no better chance than that than in the company of the BBC an a national audience. Nothing ridiculous like those bellend Everton fans. I still think a shitload of flags with "for sale" slogans or similar would be something completely original. I've certainly never seen anythin of the like at a televised game. Could anybody honestly say that the cameras would ignore it?!!
One last thing. If there is no kind of protest an we see some kind of spirited performance I.e a narrow defeat or if we're really dreaming a shock win, the the inevitable happens an it all gets forgotten until the next run of shite performances.