Two blokes at work are Liverpool fans (despite neither being born or ever living within 50 miles of Liverpool). One goes to a game or two a year, the other went in the 70s and 80s but hasn't been since. We've been having ongoing discussions about football for years as the rivalry between our clubs has increased.
Monday morning they were both waiting for me and shook my hand and congratulated me. As we discussed Sunday it turns out that one of them was at York races and the other was watching a holiday program with his Mrs as they saw the City goals come through.
Imagine saying you "support" a club and not even watching the game on a day like that. I can't remember the last City game I didn't watch or listen to live, by whatever means, let alone a title decider. That sums up large sections of their "support".
This means less, not more, in my experience. These plastics have no concept whatsoever of how it feels to win a trophy after your whole supporting life has been about relegations and piss-taking.
They're not even fans they're just indicative of thousands of sad Muppets who picked the most successful team at the time because it made them feel important they were winning all the trophies. They now never or rarely go to a game and only resurface to either mock their rivals failures or don their shirts and strut around like peacocks if they win a trophy. Man children and sadly social media has given them a platform to spout their bile and lies everywhere. Prior to this you only heard it twice a year at the game or on the few televised games when we played them. Now it's all over the place.