Hello my name is Bill and i used to suport my local Team but then i quit ok!?Just went cold turkey,none of this
"Oh perhaps one more game then that really is it"
Kinda wean myself off,Junkie style.I just quit!said to myself
"Enough is enough"
And yes it was hard for a while i dont mind admitting it.I'd see all my mates on a Saturday,mates i'd share many a drink with,mates i would stand alongside through thick and thin(Or any other day of the week if the game was being broadcat on Sky Tv or the other sad bunch of losers,Terrestial Tv which seldom occured because the Team that i supported,a small town non-league side,seldom hit the headlines except if they progressed beyond the third round of the FA Cup)and for a time i envied them and i have to say when the Club suddenly began to do really well,actually playing some almost Brasilien style Football ionto the process i almost gave in and began going again.I figured i would slink back into the end o the Ground where all tghe Old Boys used to stand and whinge and stand and whinge right along with them and pretend that i had been ill or something if anyone spotted me,but i don't know why but i didn't.And i didn't because i felt deep down in my guuts that this was my Team we are talking about here and my Team always flatter to deceive.They wren't just winning by the odd goal either they wrer going to places and taking the piss.Scoring 7 goals away on one occasion.You know they almost convinced me that apart from getting married(Just a jest my little Albatross),i had made the biggest mistake of my life