My biggest single gripe is that throughout most of this last six years we’ve been witness to the most tedious football in the club’s entire history.
Okay – there were a few little periods of entertainment but let’s be honest – they didn’t last long!
When the ground is fully open next season – I am expecting to see gates regularly way below 2,000 – even if we are in the top half. (My little joke!)
My best four footballing friends have all decided to stop going; their kids – brought up Iron – have already stopped; Mrs LesGeo has stopped wanting to buy a season ticket ever again; I care less about outcomes than any time since pre-1966 before I had even discovered the delights of pride in The Mighty Iron.
Well. That pride and me are no longer good cousins. I maintain a connection – more out of habit than anything else.
I will become a rare visitor – except on exceptional occasions, perhaps.
I do still hope to watch from from afar in sunnier climes without all the bovver of driving over from Sheffield when I am resident in the UK.
