Best blog ever written – How it feels to be a football fan

by Mystical Mike

Friday, April 23rd, 2010
 

Now I’m as optimistic as anyone when it comes to this twat of a football club, but after this afternoon’s latest capitulation it’s time to wake up and smell the coffee – we’re f***ked. Down. Goners. Non-league. To be honest I didn’t know how it would affect me, it’s not like it hasn’t been coming, but tonight I just feel absolutely deflated. Absolutely f**king devastated.

I can’t get away from these emotions, I just want the whole world to just f**k off and leave me alone. To help me come to terms with this whole mess, I’ve decided to compile a list of everyone and everything I want to f**k off most of all.

For starters, work can f**k off. If they think I’m going to be there on Monday morning they’ve got another thing coming. No way am I going in to spend time dealing with c**ts that I can barely stand being with when I’m in a good mood, let alone this crushing feeling of anger, frustration and outright metaphorical-kicked-in-the-bóllocks-ness.

Plastic Premier League fans can f**k off. I just spoke to my Manchester United supporting neighbour (who incidentally, has been to Old Trafford before – twice) about Town’s predicament. You know what he said? “I know how you feel; it’s like when we failed to win a trophy in ‘95”. NO IT F**KING WELL IS NOT!
He no longer has a face.

The girlfriend can definitely f**k off. Her best attempt at consolation – “I don’t know why you’re bothered; you knew they were shit anyway”. Yes love, but they’re MY shit team. They’ve been MINE for pretty much as long as I’ve been able to wipe my own árse, and they’ll be MINE for as long as I’m alive (or at least, until I’m no longer able to wipe my own árse). Truth is, watching my team win does things for me that no woman can. If push comes to shove and I’m horny, I can always have a w**k.

Barrow can f**k off. I’ve been all over the country and beyond to watch my team, but frankly I just don’t have the stomach to visit any town which makes Scunthorpe look like f**king St. Tropez.

Dad, you can f**k off. This is your fault. Your idea. You introduced me to this shower of shit. “Come with me to Blundell Park”, you said, “Come and support the boys”. What could I do? I was f**king four, what choice did I have? Why not get me hooked on Heroin whilst you were at it? I could have gone with mum shopping for bras and knickers at British Home Stores, but no, you knew best.

Granted, I’d have probably grown up a homosexual but surely even being simultaneously buggered two guys named Seth and Quentin couldn’t hurt like this.

Seeing as we’re on the subject of homosexuality, Gok Wan can f**k off. No particular reason, I just plain don’t like the annoying, goggle-eyed c**t.

The F.A. can f**k off. Not for supplying us, week-in, week- out, with inept referee after inept referee, but for imposing sensible financial rules on all clubs in League Two. How many clubs in this division have been into administration this season? Not one. How many points deducted? Not one. How the f**k else are we supposed to avoid relegation – footballing merit? We didn’t have to last season, so why spoil the fun now?

The World Cup can f**k off – I don’t care anymore.

My local pizza shop can f**k off. I ordered a 12” Pepperoni over an hour ago, and where the fúck is it? Are they trying to f**king fly it to me or something?

Sky Sports can f**k off. Nothing personal, but there’ll be little need for me next season with no Town to be found anywhere. Ooh, Bolton versus Wolves, LIVE. I think I’ll pass…

The radio can f**k off. On my way home from the match, whilst driving down the M180, I caught three completely separate stations playing ‘Down’ by Jay Sean at the exact same f**king time. The song’s the best part of a year old, how the f**k does that happen by coincidence!?

My nan’s old lucky Buddha that used to sit in her front room can f**k off. When I was a kid I held it in my hands and wished for Town to be in the Premier League. I meant the proper one you fat c**t, not the one occupied by Histon, Eastbourne and for fúck’s sake, Ebbsfleet, wherever that is.

Tonight can f**k off. I’ve had enough of trying to cope with my emotions; the time has come for oblivion. I haven’t kept any booze in the house since an occasion known only as ‘That Night’ by myself and the missus, but suffice to say that the toilet duck and luminous blue mouthwash are looking like stronger propositions by the minute.

Most of all though, the last 10 years can f**k off. In that time I’ve watched my team fall from the top of the Championship into non-league nothingness. We’ve gone from one great big f**k up to the next without even coming up for air, and today is just the big, f**k off cherry on top.

One thing I’m sure of though is that we WILL be back. When it comes down to it, a football club is basically just a set of supporters, and frankly what I’ve learned in the last few years is that this one has some of the best. We’ve had to put up with some shit, haven’t we boys, but in spite of all of that the future is still bright – it’s f**king black and white.

Grimsby ‘til I die…

If anyone knows the author of this brilliant article please send him our way. This guy is a legend!

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  • Pakesy

    This article was originally posted on a website called The Fishy. http://www.thefishy.co.uk

    It was posted in the forum by a poster called “Poojah”. He also posted one earlier in the season after Grimsby had been just as terrible. Unfortunetly, I’m also a GTFC fan, and sympathise with every word.

  • Jake

    quality! that’s hilarious.

  • http://www.reassessthepress.wordpress.com Sam R

    “Dad, you can f**k off. This is your fault. Your idea. You introduced me to this shower of shit. “Come with me to Blundell Park”, you said, “Come and support the boys”. What could I do? I was f**king four, what choice did I have? Why not get me hooked on Heroin whilst you were at it? I could have gone with mum shopping for bras and knickers at British Home Stores, but no, you knew best.

    Granted, I’d have probably grown up a homosexual but surely even being simultaneously buggered two guys named Seth and Quentin couldn’t hurt like this.

    Seeing as we’re on the subject of homosexuality, Gok Wan can f**k off. No particular reason, I just plain don’t like the annoying, goggle-eyed c**t.”

    Possibly the best three paragraphs ever written!!! This is dynamite. And yes, Gok Wan can fuck off!!

  • dexylongshot

    If anyone knows the author, can you get him to drop us a mail, we want him for an interview, poor bloke!!

  • chef

    fuck u know what…….

    i pat the lad on the back……well done mate been there mesel

    for years…LOL but still there

    its very easy to support the big lads

    this lad is atrue supporter

  • Stephen Trenery

    Genius. That was from the heart and mostly true. Obviously being an Everton fan I can sympathise with him to a degree…

    Maybe we should get in contact to make sure he is still alive…

  • dexylongshot

    Yeah, poor bloke, reveal yourself, we’ll get you down for the ukff night in the summer, i’m sure the girlies will cheer you up, even if the footy doesn’t.

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