I'd had enough years back. I was hoping to start going again this season. Clean slate, fresh start and all that. I was really looking forward to going the match again. Things conspired to stop me. I'm sort of glad about that now. Sitting in Anfield, thinking about how it used to be and looking at how it is, just depresses the fuck out of me.
Everytime I went, I seen less and less of me old mates. Most of them have stopped going, and it's not because of the football or the price of the tickets. They're aul fellas. They feel like me when they go, and eventually packed it in.
It's not about locals or oots. It's about the modern game and football tourists. It's bollocksed, and it'll only get worse if we get better on the pitch. Prices will go up, more and more, gloryhunters and tourists will turn up, demanding to be entertained.
I take me hat off to the people that go week in week out, and I applaud them for it. But I can't do it. Booing the draw against West Ham, and some beaked up dickheads from Liverpool, singing "You're getting sacked in the morning" to Rafa at Portsmouth away, when he most needed our support, done for me.
I was getting into arguments, near punch ups, with our own "supporters" more or less everytime I went. I'm too old for that malarkey, and I wouldn't have wanted to do it when I was younger, anyway. But I just couldn't stop meself kicking off on them. It stopped me missus going with me, and she used to love the Euro aways. But in the end I just stopped going meself.
It's 2 seasons since I've been now. I was really dying to go, but watching that game on tv again last night, and listening to the crowd, I can't say I'm sorry I couldn't make it.