I've got a six-month old son - he was born where we live, in Dubai, and he's yet to pay a visit to his father's hometown, Sunderland. His mother (no) is from Chelsea , and his uncle - my brother-in-law - brought him a Chelsea top when he was over visiting at Christmas. More a cheeky poke in the eye for me, truth be told, a bit of fun, but still, hugely offended, the top swiftly went in the bin.
Because my lad's Sunderland, like I am, and that'll be his team, handed down to him, from father to son. That's how football works. You can't pick your team - you're born into it.
So now's probably a good time to say - I'm sorry, son. I love you - but you're in for years and years of misery. Sure, there'll be the briefest of good times, derby wins, the (very) occasional cup run, but, on the whole, misery ensues. You'll be surrounded by plenty of other people, in the same boat, and you'll laugh, and joke, and sing songs, and have fun days out (usually accompanied with the words 'great day, crap game') - but you've got a lifetime of miserable football ahead.
And as much as I love you, and could have given you the easy way out - taken the blue pill, not the red - that's just not an option, I'm afraid. The Chelsea top stays in the bin.
I watched the game yesterday, and it was just awful - boring football, no chances, no clues, ideas, excitement - it was a slog (and that from the comfort of my settee). And I thought, why I am watching this? If this was a TV series, I'd have turned off and not come back after episode two.
But for all the people posting - and moaning, moaning like the world is ending - how many wish they supported a different club? How many would take the easier option if they could go back and choose all over again? Or for their family?
I'll be amazed if so much as one of you says yes.
Because my lad's Sunderland, like I am, and that'll be his team, handed down to him, from father to son. That's how football works. You can't pick your team - you're born into it.
So now's probably a good time to say - I'm sorry, son. I love you - but you're in for years and years of misery. Sure, there'll be the briefest of good times, derby wins, the (very) occasional cup run, but, on the whole, misery ensues. You'll be surrounded by plenty of other people, in the same boat, and you'll laugh, and joke, and sing songs, and have fun days out (usually accompanied with the words 'great day, crap game') - but you've got a lifetime of miserable football ahead.
And as much as I love you, and could have given you the easy way out - taken the blue pill, not the red - that's just not an option, I'm afraid. The Chelsea top stays in the bin.
I watched the game yesterday, and it was just awful - boring football, no chances, no clues, ideas, excitement - it was a slog (and that from the comfort of my settee). And I thought, why I am watching this? If this was a TV series, I'd have turned off and not come back after episode two.
But for all the people posting - and moaning, moaning like the world is ending - how many wish they supported a different club? How many would take the easier option if they could go back and choose all over again? Or for their family?
I'll be amazed if so much as one of you says yes.