It is what it is. No point whining about it all the time.
Personally I prefer nowadays to constant years of depair and desperation, of trying to explain to my young kids why we've just lost at some 3rd diviion team, of driving 300 miles to MR and 300 back to watch Alan Ball's and Frank Clarke's teams - of listening to Radio (2 in those days?) on a Saturday afternoon whilst we lose again. Of letting in 5 at the Old Toilet etc etc. Of being 5th in the League under Peter Reid being absolute heaven because of all the crap that had gone before. I've stood in the box-users bar at Crystal Palace with a 9 yr old son and been just about blanked by Paul Walsh because he was eager to get a couple of bottles of lager down his neck and go out in town in London (Keith Curle took us all round the players after)
When you look at it, after 1968, apart from the sequence of FA, LC and ECWC at that time we've been shite in the top League from 1968 to the takeover, with these exceptions:
Buying Rodney Marsh to throw away a League-winning position
Dave Watson's own goal eventually denying us the league with probably out best team, before the colossal foot-shot of moving Book upstairs and bringing back Big Mal
Peter Reid before he went tits up
How can anyone slag off 'these days' and say everything was wonderful?
Agree to some extent John, but you felt part of all those things, good and bad. Now your'e just someone watching whats happening, assuming youve paid.