But if I did, I'd have no more right to tell the chairman of my club how to spend his or the shareholders' money than I'd be able to insist that the local supermarket manager stocked his shelves with my favourite sticky bun. The club chairman would soon get the message if thousands of others did the same. What's more, I refuse to be dependant for my emotional well-being on the vagaries of form, the egos of the players, and the whims of the directors. Don't talk to me about passion. If your club is letting you down, take your love affair elsewhere.
Many footballers are nice guys doing a decent job well.
Others are not. Don't waste your passion on men who don't deserve it. And hold a mirror up to your passion too. They may all clap and cheer very politely at Adams Park - and the players there have certainly earned it this season. You'll say I'm a prawn-sandwich muncher, not a real football fan because I don't support a club.