E10rifle
Well-Known Member
Let's be honest, if supporting a football club was all about the football itself, being a lower league fan would be shit. Most of the time we watch shit players play shit football at shit grounds, and the only reason we all suffer it is because standing half-cut with your mates on an open terrace at the opposite end of the country laughing as you concede a fourth goal in injury time gives you a great sense of both camaraderie and accomplishment. Gallows humour is the order of the day, and highlights involving the spherical object are few and far between.
But whilst community and a sense of belonging and, frankly, force of bloody habit are all overriding factors in our attendance, once in a blue moon the useless bastards we usually content ourselves with booing and berating actually put such a big smile on our faces that makes all the heartache, disappointment and drudgery worthwhile. The moment that we'll talk about it for years and years to come on those same open terraces when the game in front of you is so godawful you can't bear to watch, despite the £100 in train tickets you've shelled out on to be there. Y'know, the one that you still absentmindedly punch the air with your fist when you daydream about it. So... what's yours?
You might expect mine to be the time that Orient did the Greatest Thing Wot They Ever Dun In Are History (TM), when we relegated our hated lifelong rivals, Oxford, to the conference, but in actual fact it was this:
The best bit about it all was the fact that the arrogant tits in the away end had spent the past five minutes singing "We'll never play you again" before THAT moment strangled them in mid-taunt. Sure, so we let Nicklaus Bendtner score a hat-trick in the replay, but that won't ever take any gloss off what was an incredible, famous night in E10.
But whilst community and a sense of belonging and, frankly, force of bloody habit are all overriding factors in our attendance, once in a blue moon the useless bastards we usually content ourselves with booing and berating actually put such a big smile on our faces that makes all the heartache, disappointment and drudgery worthwhile. The moment that we'll talk about it for years and years to come on those same open terraces when the game in front of you is so godawful you can't bear to watch, despite the £100 in train tickets you've shelled out on to be there. Y'know, the one that you still absentmindedly punch the air with your fist when you daydream about it. So... what's yours?
You might expect mine to be the time that Orient did the Greatest Thing Wot They Ever Dun In Are History (TM), when we relegated our hated lifelong rivals, Oxford, to the conference, but in actual fact it was this:
The best bit about it all was the fact that the arrogant tits in the away end had spent the past five minutes singing "We'll never play you again" before THAT moment strangled them in mid-taunt. Sure, so we let Nicklaus Bendtner score a hat-trick in the replay, but that won't ever take any gloss off what was an incredible, famous night in E10.
