I hate the fact that I know the in's and out's of the club financials.
That I am educated about players clauses.
How much money we get annually from a doughnut.
I hate that Footballers nowadays do a lot of good for various charities, which goes unnoticed
That papers pick up on a talented millionaire wearing a £250 t shirt on a night out.
I hate the 24/7, round the clock, mind numbing updates peddled out by Sky.
I hate Sky, BT and ESPN.
I hate myself for actually loving the coverage of the above.
I'm annoyed that 22 men kicking a ball is the most simplistic thing, but it's been turned into a brand.
I hate myself for buying into the brand.
I hate that there is no such thing as player loyalty, and that we know this deep down - but fail to accept it.
I hate that when a player you love decides to move club, we turn into primal - verbally abusive - cu*ts and fail to see why he might want to move. To further his career or more importantly a better life for his family. Nope. To us, he's a tw*t.
I hate modern day fan rivalry. I am programmed to automatically dislike a person in a small way because of the club they support. Which in the work place or boozer before a game is 'banterish' - but on a pitch is disgusting.
I hate that I feel deep down certain boards have an agenda against us. A statement I know is ridiculous.
To be honest, I'm growing to hate everything about football except for those 90+ minutes where you feel a part of something.
This F***ing sports game that has your heart in your mouth, is capable of making or breaking your entire year has it's grips on us and the powers that be sell it to us without any trying.
I got married in April, and I haven't had a high come anywhere close to the final whistle when we beat City at home. And that makes me a bit concerned....
Just let's win the F***ing league so I can die a happy man and invest some time into something that won't end up giving me a heart attack.
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