Steady on mate, I'm as proud as punch of oak-lined cheese rooms, Michelin-starred restaurants and cunting tunnel clubs that none of us will ever, ever see. Of seeing sections of the end that was supposed to set us apart from everyone else put aside for cunts who want to pay double what their neighbours do for a free pint, some crisps, a programme and a fucking songsheet.Proud of having your best CB suddenly decide he wants to leave?
Proud of having the highest paid chairman in the league, above every single player in our team?
Proud that every single transfer window we cheap out or act too late?
The only thing to be proud of is the academy and the new stadium.
Because after all, some ground-up rubble from old WHL will have made it into the flooring of the new ground. Tell me that doesn't make you proud.
Proud as punch as "we won't be selling anybody" gets redefined again and again, with people on message boards scrambling to reinvent the 17 year old from Ipswich and the "promising talent" from the Dutch League rebadged as upgrades on departees.
Etc. etc etc.