We are all guilty of being a little too passionate sometimes.
Armed with a keyboard whether on the MacBook or latest smartphone, it’s like Grace Kelly never existed. Because like her namesake, she was one of the classiest, most graceful people that ever lived.
Football is no stranger to this graceless passion, with the religious equivalent of holier than thou attitudes. Case in point:
‘Oh you’ll never win anything’
‘You’re just a pretty face, you know that right? I can’t take you talking about football seriously (in other words, a girl)’
‘There are more diehard fans, aside from you, that deserve to be at the World Cup’
‘Never see you tweet like this about cunt McMahon. It’s never your fault, always the victim.’
In summary, I’m a jaded Liverpool fan because they’ve never won like anything, ever. I’m a girl therefore I can’t enjoy, watch or God forbid have an actual job talking about football.
Literally calling Paul Parker ‘harsh’ after his comments on Rodger’s terrible management skills (this after finishing 2nd last season), means I’m a victim.
It amuses me more than anything that people can be so hateful, especially on a public platform. Didn’t your mom teach you not to say anything at all if you don’t have anything nice to say? Tsk tsk. You won’t be winning anyone’s heart that way.
Detox, take a happy pill and be an amazing fan your team can be proud of, it is called the beautiful game after all.
My happy pill