The problem Is German, what Is the point of It all If no one Is happy watching It?
We are not going to win the league, most don't want to see Wall join the premier league wankers because of everything that comes with It and the damage It will do to the Wall we love. Not only that but we would get annihilated most weeks because our club has a two bob mentality that would embarrass League 1 clubs. Of course It would be fun for a bit, but that will soon wear off once we realise all the restrictions and grief we will be forced to go through just to do the simplest of things. We will be treated worse than the third class passengers on the Titanic. Short of our great cup runs, realistically this Is the best that It will be.
I don't go to Millwall to see us win the League and become an established top tier club like Palace. I go there because It's Millwall. Because the people are Millwall. Because It stirs an emotion In me that can't be explained to anyone who Isn't Millwall. In a sense It's a way of life.
So what are we after? What Is the difference of us finishing 9th or 15th? A few bob more that will just dissapear Into the financial black hole that Is running a football club. The fans won't see the money.
I want to be entertained at Millwall. I don't mind If we lose. I don't like It. But I don't mind as long as players have a go. As long as players try. As long as players are prepared to fight and get stuck In. I don't have any delusions of grandeur. What I have Is expectations based on the premise, the religion, that Is Millwall.
But what we are doing Is treading water for the sake of a fallacy. We have sacrificed the reason we watch football for what Is ulitmaltly an arbitrary number. Looking at the table and our budget, we are doing magnificently. But that's viewing It through a rose tinted, corporate Installed window. The reality Is the complete opposite.
We don't need to be ranked from 1 to 92. We know we're the best team In London, the best team of all. Not because we play the game the right way but because we know who we are. We know what we stand for. We know that when life pipes up and shits on people we're the cream that rise to the top. And when our football dilutes that. When our football turns us off. When our football makes people stay away. When the football makes It a chore to celebrate the thing you love as dear as your family then there Is a fundamental problem. We are not cash cows and we are not commodities. We are Millwall. We are the beating heart, the blood, the lungs, liver and kidneys of the club. We are the reason why the club gets to trade on It's name. It's our literal blood, sweat and passion that gives these cunts the right to earn their money at our expense. But we are being taken for mugs. We are expected to believe that we should be greatful to be where we are. Well I'm greatful that I was born where I was and Into what I was. After that, anyone who puts a downer on what I, you and all the other masochists consider their first love fills me with a feeling that Is certainly not healthy. We shouldn't have to put up with It. We shouldn't convince ourselves that this Is what we deserve. It's aking to being In an abusive relationship.
We all love Millwall. Yet these past few seasons are killing us.