I go. And I pay for my ticket to get in. I'm seriously beginning to wonder why though. There's no atmosphere in the ground, no spark in the team, no entertainment and no hope off the pitch. And soon the weather will turn cold and wet to provide the perfect backdrop for yet another miserable feckin season where the only excitement comes from watching the results and desperately hoping there's two teams worse than we are.
At least soon I'll be able to ice skating instead.