...Finally brimmed over today. I booed, I seethed , I yelled obscenities.
I was threatened by a head steward with the threat of eviction due to the ferocity of the invection with which I expressed my views towards the team.
I used language which would in no other circumstances cross my lips but such is my love of Bolton Wanderers I was moved to express things that I have never dreamed I might air in public.
The main gist of my somewhat over-enthusiastic gripes were that none of the current squad deserve to be gracing the grass at the 'Bok. What I saw today was a soulless, balless dereliction of duty. A realisation that unless a team allows us to play tippy tappy nonsense then we are going to just fold and let them walk all over us in some sort of limp-wristed protest.
What I saw today was not merely the collapse of a team, it was more poignantly the collapse of my hopes and dreams for the foreseeable future as regards my second love BWFC. And that upset me; to the point that I lost control and for twenty minutes or so I let rip. To the people with children around me , the ones that inevitably complained; I apologise. But I will say this, it was a football match, not last night at the proms. If you don't want to hear swearing ,take your rugrats to the opera.
I did however go over the top.
Not that the team didn't deserve it, and judging by the look Sam Ricketts gave me half way through the first half, they all could hear me. And for that I'm glad. If my frustration and disappointment is felt by only 5% of the home crowd then they might get a small bit of an idea of how some of us feel and just how much we suffer seeing an abject performance like today.
Anyway, I'm rambling. All I know is that the jobsworth that came and had a word was a flange of the highest order. Sod em. I pay my money, I have a seat, and a voice. And an emotional investment. I'll keep the hump brimming and let it overflow.
THC
The Hump Of Hate...
posted on 27/12/12
posted on 27/12/12
What a brilliantly articulate rant as a football fan. I have no views on Bolton, but as a football fan I understand and there have been times when I have felt exactly the same way.
Hope things change for you.
posted on 27/12/12
Well ranted THC, i didnt go today because i justifyably expected an abject performance, whilst this current crop of overpaids grace the reebok not much is going to change.
As for venting off well done, there's nothing wrong with passion & a little shown in the pitch might produce better results.
posted on 27/12/12
5*
We are back where we started. Changed the manager while having overpaid players on contracts doing nowt on the pitch starting over again.
The club needs major surgery starting at the board room. The first words being thanks Phil for everything but now time to give somebody else a crack. Change the lot to stop the rot and change direction. Who's gonna pay in these times ? I think its probably too late.
I could have stormed the board room yesterday, cold wet miserable like the lot of them.
posted on 27/12/12
I missed the game yesterday and hoped that I'd regret doing so. Sadly from what I've heard and read it was the most abject, pathetic display of so called football that has ever been seen.
This season is now officially a write off. Limp home in mid table and see what the summer brings.
As for the over zealous stewards don't get me started on them lot.
posted on 27/12/12
If I could have made it, I'd have been stood there shouting with you. The team haven't given two shts this season and fully deserve it
posted on 27/12/12
I didn't attend yesterday's debacle but expected the worse after we went behind.
We can forget all about promotion as a relegation fight is more likely until we acquire a defence who can defend and a goalkeeper with confidence.
To lose to two of the bottom clubs in the way we have recently is a disgrace.The players are just not up for it...they got us relegated in the first place and owe us big time.
posted on 27/12/12
I fully enjoyed reading your rant too, THC. Good to get it off your chest mate.
posted on 27/12/12
THC - Driving home yesterday I felt like to cat in Tom and Jerry, sliding down the side of the ship, claws ripping into the hull, praying that the fall would end and that I'd hit water at last.
It may be a good thing that all the pre-season expectations have sailed over the horizon; that finally we can build on youth and not pamper to the current failures; that we can scrap the infatuation with wingers and return to a solid system, and that Eddie has enough cash to buy the life raft when we finally hit that water.