Nat's been moaning again about the dearth of Bolton-related discussion on here recently, so here's my attempt at sparking some life back into things.
I'm not going to start a "Who's your all-time favourite player?" type thread because that's old hat and they're boring.
No, I'm going down a different route:
Bolton Wanderers are shit.
Properly, utterly shit and I wish I'd been born somewhere else.
Not just "stubbing your toe on the coffee table and it hurting for a bit" shit, but life-ruiningly, overwhelmingly depressing, "I want to beat myself to death with a cricket bad because it's so awful" shit.
And it always has been.
For me it started in the 70's when I wanted to go and watch the players I saw every week in Shoot magazine's glossy pages.
Kevin Keegan and his perm lighting up the pitch in front of the Kop.
Steve Coppell flying down the wing and destroying defenders at Old Trafford.
Brian Clough's Forest winning the league at a canter. (I can still name their European Cup winning side even now.)
But what did I wind up with.....?
Bolton Bloody Wanderers and their shitty, tumbledown public toilet of a ground, Burnden Park.
Thanks Dad......
So after 35 years of supporting Bolton, what have I got to show for it?
Various seasons watching distinctly average / poor players faff about in the lower leagues on a pitch that had more in common with Southport Beach than Wembley, up to my ankles in stale wee, surrounded by drunken idiots, for starters.
Then it was all supposed to get good for a bit when we moved to Horwich and built a shiny new stadium.
But all that actually did was mean that we now had to get the bus at half eleven every Saturday morning and the old pubs that we used to enjoy a pint in after the game all went bust.
Brilliant!
And that's when we decided that embarking on a policy of paying anybody with a foreign sounding name fifty grand a week was the way forward and we all know what that lead to.
(I can let you have 170 million clues to the answer if you're struggling.)
Suddenly we were all spending a hundred quid a week (including expenses) just to watch us get beaten by the likes of Stoke and Norwich - Woohoo! It's the Promised Land!
But then the wheels fell off and we found ourselves back in the forgotten wastes of The Football League (which is shit) and everything's miserable again now.
So on balance, I wish I hadn't bothered.
Can anybody on here convince me that supporting Bolton Bastard Wanderers has actually been worth it and improved their lives?
Give it your best shot.
(But I tell you now, you're wrong.)
I'm not going to start a "Who's your all-time favourite player?" type thread because that's old hat and they're boring.
No, I'm going down a different route:
Bolton Wanderers are shit.
Properly, utterly shit and I wish I'd been born somewhere else.
Not just "stubbing your toe on the coffee table and it hurting for a bit" shit, but life-ruiningly, overwhelmingly depressing, "I want to beat myself to death with a cricket bad because it's so awful" shit.
And it always has been.
For me it started in the 70's when I wanted to go and watch the players I saw every week in Shoot magazine's glossy pages.
Kevin Keegan and his perm lighting up the pitch in front of the Kop.
Steve Coppell flying down the wing and destroying defenders at Old Trafford.
Brian Clough's Forest winning the league at a canter. (I can still name their European Cup winning side even now.)
But what did I wind up with.....?
Bolton Bloody Wanderers and their shitty, tumbledown public toilet of a ground, Burnden Park.
Thanks Dad......
So after 35 years of supporting Bolton, what have I got to show for it?
Various seasons watching distinctly average / poor players faff about in the lower leagues on a pitch that had more in common with Southport Beach than Wembley, up to my ankles in stale wee, surrounded by drunken idiots, for starters.
Then it was all supposed to get good for a bit when we moved to Horwich and built a shiny new stadium.
But all that actually did was mean that we now had to get the bus at half eleven every Saturday morning and the old pubs that we used to enjoy a pint in after the game all went bust.
Brilliant!
And that's when we decided that embarking on a policy of paying anybody with a foreign sounding name fifty grand a week was the way forward and we all know what that lead to.
(I can let you have 170 million clues to the answer if you're struggling.)
Suddenly we were all spending a hundred quid a week (including expenses) just to watch us get beaten by the likes of Stoke and Norwich - Woohoo! It's the Promised Land!
But then the wheels fell off and we found ourselves back in the forgotten wastes of The Football League (which is shit) and everything's miserable again now.
So on balance, I wish I hadn't bothered.
Can anybody on here convince me that supporting Bolton Bastard Wanderers has actually been worth it and improved their lives?
Give it your best shot.
(But I tell you now, you're wrong.)