Im on a little WhatsApp group of 6 mates, who used to drink together in our early/late 20s. I’m from Boro (and so. Boro fan). There‘s one non football fan, a plastic Liverpool fan from Gloucester, two Chelsea fans. From Stroud (Glos) and a die-hard blue nose from……..Stroud (but his dad was from Isleworth).
I sent an early, pre-match “may the best team win” message, which was nicely received with platitudes, as expected.
At full time, they’d gone full on mental with excuses, demands for Poch’s head, blaming us for having 10 behind the ball…..blah blah blah.
They don’t get it (following your local team), but they do exp experience all the emotions. They’ve attached themselves to the “feeling”. They’re far poorer than the real fan