Dylan Ebenezer really doesn’t understand people who support more than one club.
I support an English club. There – I’ve said it. I feel better after the confession.
I’ve been told that I’m betraying my country but there we go, every one’s entitled to their opinion.
And everyone’s entitled to follow their club. Or to follow their clubs?
Following a foreign club may be, well … foreign to many of you, but frankly supporting two teams should be against the law.
There’ll be a few at Wembley this week supporting Cardiff and Liverpool. They may be wearing blue but there’s room for The Reds in their heart as well.
The same confusion has baffled a few Swansea fans as well following their promotion to the Premiership. It shows the dramatic change in the fortunes for both clubs.
Many fans that support their local side also follow “bigger” clubs in England. The thought that one day they would be in the same league as their other team never crossed their minds.
Now I have no problem at all with this but the point must come when you pick your side. Especially when the two teams meet.
Where would it all end? Why stop at two teams? Why not support every team? Or, to make thing easier what about not supporting any team?
Sit back and relax without a care in the world just watching for the pure enjoyment and the good of the game.
The biggest problem with this utopia is that 0-0 draws wouldn’t work. The glory of football is that a goal-less draw can leave you just as breathless as a 3-2 win … if you pick a team!
Yes it must be much less stressful for the neutral but it must be much more boring as well. The essence of watching any sport is picking a side and letting yourself be carried away with the emotion of the occasion.
From the depths of despair – to delight – and back again in the space of 90 minutes. Sometimes 90 seconds.
It may not be good for your health but it’s a great ride.
So I end with an appeal – if you’re watching a game this weekend – be it Wembley or the local park – pick a team.
Even if it’s just a couple of lads kicking a ball against a fence. Don’t sit on the fence. You can’t have it both ways. Well, you can. But where’s the fun in that?
You may not agree with everyone’s choice of club but at least they’ve made a choice.
On this day in 1911 the first ever game was played at the Stadio Luigi Ferraris, home of Genoa and Sampdoria.