I don't know if I did something bad in a previous life, but I can only assume that I must have done. For close to 40 years now I have had the dubious pleasure of supporting West Bromwich Albion. The first time my dad took me to the Hawthorns, Albion lost 1-0 and were relegated to the old Second Division. That should have been warning enough, but I ignored the signs and that was that. I'm now blue & white for life, like it or lump it.
If, on that fateful day in the early 70's, my Dad had taken me to Old Trafford or Anfield or, heaven forbid, Vile Park, maybe I would have enjoyed far more of the last few thousand Saturdays.
Now, I didn't go to the match yesterday. In fact, I haven't been since the disgraceful cock-up at home to Newcastle. I still love the Albion, and I always will, but I can't put myself through watching them get relegated without a fight. The pain of defeat seems to fall more heavily on the shoulders of the supporters than the team or management these days.
Phew! I'm glad to get that off my chest. This blogging lark is quite theraputic.
On a different note. Good luck to both Scunthorpe United and Luton Town today at Wembley. Enjoy your day out at Wembley.
I think that the whole footballing world should be thinking of the Luton fans today. Facing almost certain relegation out of the league through no fault of the team, but through total mis-management of the club.
I have no particular fondness for Luton Town, but I do have some sympathy for their support. Watching your team be torn to bits by incompetence and greed must be very hard to take.
I hope that your team 'gives you sunshine' today.
