A little boy hadn't been to the game for years. Scrimped and saved his dole pennies all summer this will be a great day he thought. My club my peeps he mused humbly.
Nothing.
People bitching all day, booing the team they profess love for, whiny chumps burning their money on the bonfire of despair. Angry teens turning the air blue throwing javelins of hate.
Now I will let you into a little secret. THAT BOY WAS ME.
At least treat the game like angry sex or serious dancing; enjoy the nothingness. put on the masquerade of fun so us poor folk can get on with their day riding an (albeit false) atmosphere worthy of Goodison.
Not bitter or anything.
Nothing.
People bitching all day, booing the team they profess love for, whiny chumps burning their money on the bonfire of despair. Angry teens turning the air blue throwing javelins of hate.
Now I will let you into a little secret. THAT BOY WAS ME.
At least treat the game like angry sex or serious dancing; enjoy the nothingness. put on the masquerade of fun so us poor folk can get on with their day riding an (albeit false) atmosphere worthy of Goodison.
Not bitter or anything.