Most fans view the team they support as something akin to a hobby: an interest that takes up a lot of our time. But the dipper fans see their support as a religion, and the club they choose to follow as some kind of God-like figure, some omnipotent Holy force looking down on them from his throne up above, bestowing love and prosperity to all who believe in it.
It's a football club, FFS! A club where the team of your choice plays their home-games against another football team in order to gain as many points as they can. Matches are played in a football stadium where like-minded fans of said club will all meet up and cheer their team on. That's it.
It's a sport, not a religion. We don't go to a cathedral and listen to some boring sod in a pulpit droning on like the Rev. Lovejoy.
But this is what the dipper fans have turned their club into: an entity that for some reason is beyond criticism. As if Anfield is the new Vatican. Like the pitch is hallowed turf where once pilgrims and other holy sorts would meet and chant Latin-sounding clichès from some ancient book of scriptures, heads bowed in mutual solemnity.
Dipper fans, if the love of your football club has entrenched itself so deeply within your psyche that it controls your life, then I would tactfully suggest you seek some medication to help you overcome this dreadful affliction you are obviously suffering with.
