This is the first in a series of mini-rants, being bite-sized portions of my large supply of bile and spleen concerning matters that piss me off. These handy snacks of vitriol shall be served occasionally by way of appetisers for the more verbose offerings I share as main courses. The dessert menu is a work in progress, but you’re welcome to ask for the Whine List.
Apparently an Everton fan of 36 years support left today’s FA Cup tie against Wigan before half time with his team 0-3 down. He’d already booked a hotel room for what he’d obviously assumed was a nailed-on semi-final appearance at Wembley for the Toffees.
Well now – where to begin? Honestly, doesn’t that make this outraged supporter, on two counts, the kind of “fan” you need like you need a sharp attack of dysentery. First the arrogance, assuming quarter-final success like that. Any football fan, deluded scummers* apart, will tell you that’s just begging for fate to kick you in the teeth. Idiot.
And walking out before 45 minutes is up. What a spineless, spoiled, selfish thing to do, showing a lack of faith, courage and moral fibre. Look at Arsenal, 0-4 down at Reading this season, and won 7-5. They had fans desert them too, and boy did those of little faith look stupid.
So well done that soft, limp Toffee. Double idiot, and a wimp to boot. He should take his support elsewhere if you ask me – and I think I know just the place. He sounds absolutely ideal for the plastic, whinging, glory-hunting congregation at Old Toilet, home of the “Greatest Football Club In The World™” – he’d fit right in there, though he’d probably need to adopt a home counties accent.
What is the game, and the support, coming to these days?? Yours, Disgusted of Leeds.
*Scummers: a term of endearment employed by Leeds United fans to denote followers of The Mighty Manchester United.