Tuesday, 3 August 2010

The day the football died.


A very sad day in the Wolfers household tonight.

The football club I've supported for the last 20+ years has today announced that it will not be competing in their league this year, the disappearance of the club as an entity is surely not far off.

A lovely club, supported by wonderful people, most of whom were volunteers, has vanished off the face of the Earth, leaving one of England's larger towns with no senior representation in the sport.

Some great memories, some bloody awful performances and many laughs has been ripped away by the avarice and selfishness of one or two individuals.

I am not easily given to hatred towards individuals, but I really do hope that one or two people develop a very painful, very embarrasing and very slowly terminal cancer.

I am truly very, very sad this afternoon. A pleasant and important part of my life has been taken from me. It may only be a game, and it may only be an obscure part of only a game, but it has been a wonderful and joyous contstant in my life. I shall miss it terribly.

1 comment:

Quiet_Man said...

My sympathies, a year is a long time to wait for your club.