Oh my, what a blast from the past! Those were some great days. I used to love this magazine. Used to be an event purchasing it, taking it home and playing with it.
Without sounding old, I prefer those days.
No talk of levers. No deferred payments. Less hate or self-loathing of your own club. I always remember every start of every season was discussions of transfers and optimism.
Now the favourite pastime is to moan that the sky is falling. It cant be healthy.
One of the takeaways of Fever Pitch (movie) is that we love football because every season in August is like a re-boot or hot starting your life. A form of escapism and yet it felt real. The rollercoaster of life -- the elation, anger, hope, disappointment all packed into 10months. Then the great thing is we can re-boot and start again every august.
But we seem to have 50% of the folks here, being miserable gits that seem to be casing the destination rather than enjoying the journey. Maybe its the social media generation where affirmation and instant gratification are the primary objectives.
Thats changed. In that sense, the old days are much better, and certainly a lot healthier mentally -- filled with hope, ambition and optimism.