KentBlue
Well-Known Member
Renovating the swamp would be merely placing a sticking plaster over a recent amputation, it isn't going to work. Ratcliffe and the Glazers can say all they want to the gullible hordes of out-of-town tourists who have been subsidising the club for decades, but that can only go so far. The real supporters will have seen our place, Spuds, the Gooners, and a few others and thought: 'Why are we stuck in this derelict mausoleum when everyone else has moved into the 21st century?" And the club will have no answer.
The proper fans are being fleeced like never before, and I include the aftermath of the Munich disaster in that. They are handing over their money to watch second-rate football in a third-rate stadium, unquestioning because their fathers did it, as did their fathers before them: it's the traditional Saturday afternoon outing for the downtrodden masses, who will then sit in their cosy little pubs in the evenings discussing why their club lost yet again today. None of them wishing to address the elephant in the room - the rag board saying: "Fuck what you want, just keep handing over your money like the good little obedient nonentities you've always been."
Personally, I love to see it. I love to see the absolute shit state of that club and I hope that things will never change for the better for them - ever. And while they are glancing enviously over at us as we win yet another trophy and add a few more millions to the overall wealth of the club, somewhere within their collective consciousness, they will see a childish banner mocking our then lack of success, and the fading image of a nasty and embittered Glaswegian drunkard who has dragged them down to this, their current level.
The proper fans are being fleeced like never before, and I include the aftermath of the Munich disaster in that. They are handing over their money to watch second-rate football in a third-rate stadium, unquestioning because their fathers did it, as did their fathers before them: it's the traditional Saturday afternoon outing for the downtrodden masses, who will then sit in their cosy little pubs in the evenings discussing why their club lost yet again today. None of them wishing to address the elephant in the room - the rag board saying: "Fuck what you want, just keep handing over your money like the good little obedient nonentities you've always been."
Personally, I love to see it. I love to see the absolute shit state of that club and I hope that things will never change for the better for them - ever. And while they are glancing enviously over at us as we win yet another trophy and add a few more millions to the overall wealth of the club, somewhere within their collective consciousness, they will see a childish banner mocking our then lack of success, and the fading image of a nasty and embittered Glaswegian drunkard who has dragged them down to this, their current level.
