I took a break from blogging
recently as I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to say. Any Blackburn Rovers
fans reading this will know their mood changes on an hourly basis at the
moment. More often than not its negative. I have realized that the reason I didn’t
write was because I am frustrated, angry and very tired of this mental torture.
People may think that’s a little over the top, but that’s how we feel feel when
something you hold so close to your
heart is hurting, or dying. To use a metaphor. It feels like Blackburn Rovers
has been kidnapped, Steve Kean is torturing them and Venkys has a gun to its head.
Rovers fans are at each
others throats, myself included, ironically because we feel the same. Some fans
don’t want any chanting in the ground as its perceived as negative. Personally I
believe it’s the only way to up the pressure and media spotlight as nobody
cared when we were in the championship. They will care less now we are in the
Championship. Our timelines on social networking sites are full of fans taking
shots at each other. This isn’t a competition. No one fan is better than the
other. Using taglines like ‘Rovers Till I die” and Get Promotion or Die Tryin”
are just words. Words mean nothing
without action.
This isn’t just another
season for a club like every other club and their fans. At this moment we are
writing history. This moment will go down in folklore as been the most important
and devastating time in Blackburn History. There is no easier way off putting
this but what happens now is going to shape the future of the club for us and
the next generation. The “ Best Fan Competition” is over. Realise that the
people you have friction with want are
just desperate to claim back their first love. We can get the club back, but only is we are together.
Picture this;
It's 2030, a father and son are walking down the Bolton Road when the child turns to his dad and says
'Dad I really wish the Rovers were still good, what did you do when those Venkys people destroyed the club?"
Daddy nervously admits " Well son. I bitched on Facebook then it was to late"
"Whats Facebook" sighs the son
The clock is ticking!
