I used to as well.
After a while you realise that it just isn't worth while, some people support the club no matter what it does, and the cockwombles behave like they are owed something, as if this was being done to spite them personally.
I can only assume they are a reflection of what us older people refer to as snowflakes, spineless whiners that melt at the first sign of anguish in their selfish little lives.
It's sad and dispiriting to witness on a human level.
Made worse when the fuckers tell me that they are better supporters because it means more to them - without ever taking the time to consider their behaviour, or having the capacity to realise that it hurts just as much but that we deal with it without needing psychiatric support or councelling
And there’s those somewhere in between who rate the squad, support the players, the manager, the chairman, the transfer policy, the academy, the financial situation, and love our style of play, but still think yesterday was a fucking disgrace and a bottle job.
Who rage at the fact Dele can go from world class for a month to believing that now his aura is so strong the Wolves players will just stand and watch in awe as he destroys counter attack after counter attack by standing on the ball, doing a sailor salute, then trying to rabona an 80 yard cross field pass to the flanks.
Or that Son, world class for a month decides to whack on a pair of clown boots so every first touch bounces two meters to the nearest Wolves player.
Or Kane scores a world class goal then retreats back into spirit of Rasiak
Or that Eriksen goes from Barca to Bogna
Or that Lloris, bored decides to play charades....guess who?? BOBBY MIMMS!!!!
Fuck that, these players are a joke sometimes.
SOMETIMES.
And I won’t hide from pointing it out especially not at the time it’s happening or straight after the game.
They are not my friends.
These are people we all fear jumping ship and leaving us in the shit to “get the trophies they deserve” at Utd or City, yet we’re expected to show them undying sympathy and stroke their egos for underachieving.
We are not punching above our weight.....this squad is good enough to win a cup, and our manager is supposedly good enough to get any gig on the planet.