I think you are correct, my posts have been largely negative but they serve only as a barometer of how I, and I suspect countless others do, feel about every aspect of football as it is served up currently. I suppose I'm a bit like Victor Meldrew, struggling to come to terms with change. Each change just compounds my disassociation and erodes the desire to continue. Once upon a time our fans were the club, without us there was nothing. We could, and on occasions did, have managers and chairman removed. The club in effect worked for us if you like, effectively players and staff employed to represent a certain group's aspirations on a national stage, pitted against other folk's teams in tournaments that were historical, iconic and almost verging on holy. To win was almost to be chosen by God. Success was Nirvana but more often a failed dream as you spent season on season burning in the hell of hope. It was this longing for your team to one day become the chosen team that kept our fires burning.
Now we are nothing more than a colourful backdrop and of late we've been easily replaced with banners and placards. Our power has gone. Once we could choose not to attend, yet today I can't even get through on the phone to say I won't be attending so please don't keep taking my money! We are powerless and our importance is ranked only by our ability to spend money rather than cheer the team. We've become products of the product, secondary, almost legacy paraphernalia of a football long since gone.