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So they're not allowed to be disgruntled because we've been even shitter than this?
Great
Saw plenty of you getting an earful from older fans tonight. You don't know your fuckin born, growing up in bent, gyan, Defoe, cisse, etc.
Mocking the club you "support" in your ironic Facebook ways.
Wait til you have to see shite before you mock shite.
The old fellas were right, you haven't got a clue what's in store.
It's a pretty defeatist attitude though isn't it? We've been shite before so just put up with it?
It's the exact reason why Moyes is STILL our manager. We put up with far too much shite. We always look for when times were worse, imagine if we did the opposite? Peter Reid has us on the verge of Europe, christ even Steve Bruce had us mid-table and now look at us.
It's almost like fans want to out-do each other. "I saw us relegated three times in 8 years" "I saw us finish bottom 6 in the Championship" "I remember watching us lose to Gillingham and go down to the 3rd division/League 1"
This sketch is Sunderland fans, exactly down to a tee.
Saw plenty of you getting an earful from older fans tonight. You don't know your fuckin born, growing up in bent, gyan, Defoe, cisse, etc.
Mocking the club you "support" in your ironic Facebook ways.
Wait til you have to see shite before you mock shite.
The old fellas were right, you haven't got a clue what's in store.
Is there an echo in here?........Is there an echo in here?.......Is there an echo in here?...........We were in the 3rd division before though so that makes it alright...
There are five ages to being a football fan. In Age One, you are the wide-eyed innocent in your father’s wake, awestruck at every kick, scream and swearword. In the Second Age, you are the young teenager at the game with mates, gleefully and liberally squawking those same swearwords. In Age Three, in your late teens and early 20s, you are the detached, laconic observer, trying to pretend that you don’t care by laughing at your team’s failures, all the while hurting underneath.
In the Fourth Age, now in your 30s and 40s, perhaps with a family of your own, you prefer to sit and analyse, making frequent references to players and games from the past. You have reached peak wisdom, because in Age Five, as you hit middle age and beyond, you feel that your loyalty and longevity entitle you to do and say whatever the hell you want. Pay 30-plus quid for a ticket? Why the hell should I? Bollocks to that, I’m off to watch the North East Counties League.