Post by FezNTFC on Sept 19, 2009 19:46:30 GMT
In 10 years I have not seen a team like this one. Not only are they now the lowest ranked team we've had since we finished bottom of League Two in 1994, but the team can be described as having the same effect as the Dementors of Harry Potter. They have sucked the joy and hapiness out of me. Today was THE most depressed I have EVER been at a Cobblers match. It wasn't even our worst performance of the season, but I was just bored, apathetic, lazy, couldn't be bothered to sing, couldn't be bothered to shout at the apalling ref, couldn't be bothered to shout at the players. I've just given up.
We have had poo teams before, but at least they gave 100% effort and made you want to support them. This team is poo, and couldn't give a monkey's. They have not made me want to cheer them on with a string of lazy, god-damn-awful performances. The defence have nervous break-downs when the ball comes in our half, the midfield have as much bite as a soggy cornflake and we have as much mobility and movement up front as Bruce Forsyth.
I feel more sorry for my Dad. He's going to have to put up with that poo every week while I can pick and choose the games I'll travel up for. There has never been an occasion where I have been glad of a break from the team I follow, but now I am. I've fallen out of love with us at the moment and, not wanting to sound like a prat, need a break from them. Hopefully when I next come up they will have pulled their fingers out and at the least put a modicum of effort in.
I've decided while I'm down at Uni I will adopt Chatham Town as my non-league club. They might not be technically gifted, but I shall expect they will give their all, which is more than the useless tossers at Sixfields.
We have had poo teams before, but at least they gave 100% effort and made you want to support them. This team is poo, and couldn't give a monkey's. They have not made me want to cheer them on with a string of lazy, god-damn-awful performances. The defence have nervous break-downs when the ball comes in our half, the midfield have as much bite as a soggy cornflake and we have as much mobility and movement up front as Bruce Forsyth.
I feel more sorry for my Dad. He's going to have to put up with that poo every week while I can pick and choose the games I'll travel up for. There has never been an occasion where I have been glad of a break from the team I follow, but now I am. I've fallen out of love with us at the moment and, not wanting to sound like a prat, need a break from them. Hopefully when I next come up they will have pulled their fingers out and at the least put a modicum of effort in.
I've decided while I'm down at Uni I will adopt Chatham Town as my non-league club. They might not be technically gifted, but I shall expect they will give their all, which is more than the useless tossers at Sixfields.