Post pandemic - like you all, watching on telly. It’s the hope that kills etc. Reflecting on how far football has come and far it is from its roots. TFC is a fairly depressing place when we’ve lost but I suppose that is to be expected given the circs..
Before all that though, football has meant starting early in town (I’m south of the river), beers with mates, travel to the game with them and/or my eldest son. Maybe it’s the being with other fans but negative results always seem easier to take live.
Going way back, I miss 3pm KO’s, away days, proper London derbies, standing instead of sitting, players running out quick warm up and on with the game, no ‘warm up’music or light shows, VAR or any other nonsense. And I miss it being affordable to most and not an ‘experience’ or it having to entail more planning than an average family holiday. Now I’m just sounding like the middle aged curmudgeonly fuck that I am.
I’ll end on a positive though: for all our recent travails and current displeasure with our style of football I wouldn’t trade it. I take pride in following a club known and admired for its history, players, flair and elan. For having given us Bill Nick, Blanchflower, Greavsie, Hoddle, Perryman, Ardiles, Gazza, Ledley, Bale, Son & Kane. I’m grateful and I love the club (sometimes despite myself...)
as always COYS