BWFC is my Achilles heel I guess.
I'm a fairly easy going type of a bloke who tends to be rational about most things yet if Bolton lose it puts a downer on things for the weekend - I won't even watch the highlights of the game - but if we win I'll happily sit for houes reading all about the match and / or watch as much as the match as I can. My behaviour doesn't even make sense to myself - I know it is only a game that ultimately as no meaning in life - yet for a few brief hours most weekends (a several midweeks) throughout the year - it somehow does matter to me - a lot.
I've must have been to around a thousand Wanderers games over the years - irrespective of how well or shite they had been playing - and travelled thousands of miles - to see us play at Brisbane Road, The Dell, Ashton Gate, Filbert Steet, Molineux, Dean Court and many, many other exotic sounding places.
I don't even like football anymore - the obscene amounts of money and the behaviour of those effected by it, as long since killed the game for me - yet I still tune in daily to find out what is going on at my club and more often than not hope against hope that we can win despite all the self inflicted obsticles of poor managers, badly run club, crap players and a debt that most third world countries can't even match, that we have saddled ourselves with - and I'm not just talking recently - remember 'lifeline' starting to save us from going bust - or selling Fransen to save us from the bank closing us down - selling half the ground to a supermarket (Normid) to pay the wages - and even selling the whole club to Eddie for a song because no one else would even touch us with a barge pole at that time!
No one could accuse long standing fans like me to be glory hunters either - I've seen the club sink from the top to the third level. Then the top to the fourth level. And now the top to hopefully not the fifth level and into the Conference!
I'm I a shit fan because I don't go to the games anymore? Am I stupid for going to so, so many in the past? Am I pathetic for caring if a group of young millionaires - not one of them with any prior connection with the town or even for many the county - can win a game or two of football for us?
I don't know, maybe I'm all three.
I don't care.
But I know I'll still be caring about the next game we play and always will until my dying breath.
COYWM.