We're third in the league and I've never felt so disenfranchised with Southend United.
I just can't connect with the air of entitlement and expectation that surrounds the place. Maybe I'm stuck in the past - whilst I still attend every home game I've been exiled for a decade and a half - but there seems to be no connection for me between the club I fell in love with when watching us in the fourth division launching long balls for Roy McDonough to battle for and the team that is now supposed to play everything on the ground and has to get out of this poxy division at all cost because "we're bigger than that". I don't recognise this club that we apparently have become.
The club is it's fans, but I feel as if I've been left behind. I still want to sing and cheer and jump up and down. I feel like a relic of a by-gone age. My views seem so disconnected from the vast majority of the fan-base - how can one of us be feeling apathy and the other excitement?
Maybe it's because I can't let go of the Tilson era, yearning for a wide midfielder with as sweet as foot as him and as comfortable playing inside as out. It's the Tilson era with him playing balls up in the air for Benji to bring down and Brettie Angell to head home that was my football upbringing. As a disciple of the Tilly era I expect my Halls to be ineffective not full of trickery and end product. I expect Dave Martin to be hacking anything that moves in midfield, not dancing down the wing. But midfielders aren't now supposed to be hatchet men and battlers in the mould of Dave Martin (Mk I) and Peter Butler but rather silky passers who collect the ball off the centre-halves and spray it along the deck. Although if the midfielders do that then they better put their foot in regularly or else they'll be dismissed as lightweight and/or anonymous and just waiting for their move to a Championship club, but I digress.
I fear my views are going to be misunderstood, maybe even my disattachment mocked, but maybe there are a few more out there like me who feel the way I do?
I just can't connect with the air of entitlement and expectation that surrounds the place. Maybe I'm stuck in the past - whilst I still attend every home game I've been exiled for a decade and a half - but there seems to be no connection for me between the club I fell in love with when watching us in the fourth division launching long balls for Roy McDonough to battle for and the team that is now supposed to play everything on the ground and has to get out of this poxy division at all cost because "we're bigger than that". I don't recognise this club that we apparently have become.
The club is it's fans, but I feel as if I've been left behind. I still want to sing and cheer and jump up and down. I feel like a relic of a by-gone age. My views seem so disconnected from the vast majority of the fan-base - how can one of us be feeling apathy and the other excitement?
Maybe it's because I can't let go of the Tilson era, yearning for a wide midfielder with as sweet as foot as him and as comfortable playing inside as out. It's the Tilson era with him playing balls up in the air for Benji to bring down and Brettie Angell to head home that was my football upbringing. As a disciple of the Tilly era I expect my Halls to be ineffective not full of trickery and end product. I expect Dave Martin to be hacking anything that moves in midfield, not dancing down the wing. But midfielders aren't now supposed to be hatchet men and battlers in the mould of Dave Martin (Mk I) and Peter Butler but rather silky passers who collect the ball off the centre-halves and spray it along the deck. Although if the midfielders do that then they better put their foot in regularly or else they'll be dismissed as lightweight and/or anonymous and just waiting for their move to a Championship club, but I digress.
I fear my views are going to be misunderstood, maybe even my disattachment mocked, but maybe there are a few more out there like me who feel the way I do?