That Fulham / Chelsea Thing!
Life can be so very strange if you`ll hear me out!
In my adolescent days I was told that it was wrong to gloat and wrong to worship false idols and also wrong to yearn for what others have. I didn`t come from a god-fearing family but one who held family values close to their heart. Now in my older years I thought I could see the purpose behind my breeding.
Over the last three years, I`ve watched on as those down the Fulham Road have swept all before them. I`ve put up with the victory parades and I`ve put up with the constant jibes about being their little brother, a little brother not worth bothering about, a little brother to constantly put down.
I knew it was wrong to gloat. I was simply grateful that, after years in the Premier League wilderness, Fulham had returned to the top flight. I suppose to those down the road it would seem scant reward. I never yearned for untold wealth or instant success.
I`ve also never, knowingly, worshipped false idols. I appreciated that Mr Al Fayed has spent some of his cash on Fulham and for that I was grateful. He was never going to get my adulation as a person; I don`t know him well enough to fall at his feet in gratitude. Also, I`ve always believed that the players were simply doing a job, albeit for substantially more money than I`m likely to earn in a week. If I walked past one in the street, I wouldn`t put myself out to seek a conversation or to offer plaudits.
I also never yearned for what we didn`t have. In a way I was happy at Loftus Road supporting Fulham. The fact that we returned to our ancestral home made it even more pleasing that we`d survived and that Mr Al Fayed had engineered a return to the quaint ground next to the river.
Unfortunately, I think society has slowly enveloped me in its failings.
I`ve read the thousands of column inches devoted to our big-brothers problems and I can feel this urge growing inside of me. I no longer want to turn my back on them, I no longer want to concentrate on the good things in life, I want to laugh aloud.
After years of, what they thought were humorous jibes, I want to laugh from the roof-tops at their sudden demise, their dramatic failings and the way their all consuming greed has been their downfall.
Does that make me a changed man?