No, Scotchers, what’s sad is you following me around like a shadow. What’s sad is you overlooking anything positive I ever say, of which there were PLENTY on this thread alone, and only ever choosing to break out your ‘drunk lad spoiling for a ruck’ routine. What’s sad is you claiming people only ever say negative things when not only is it categorically not true, you are seemingly so lacking in self-awareness that you can’t see the only broken record with a vendetta around here is you. You’re so desperate for an outlet for some sort of deep-rooted frustration that you so clearly hold, that all you ever do is pick fights and needle strangers on the internet, even in times of joy. Your first instinct is to try to celebrate in the face of others, because you’re so thick that you seem to think people who spend a fortune, and travel thousands of miles every year watching this club, will somehow be disappointed that their money hasn’t been wasted, and that their days have in turn been made. How absolutely tragic that your primary goal seems to be chasing people around the internet, acting like some sort of creepy, unhinged voyeur, rather than enjoying life.
No, old friend, the only thing sad around here is you. I pity the way that you seem to live your life, spending what must be hours wondering what I’m doing or might be thinking, or about to say. I pity that you have never met me, yet I am on your mind almost constantly. I pity that without Charlie around to harass anymore, you feel that your existence is somehow lessened, and that you require some sort of alternative nemesis to place all of your anger on to, because you’re clearly incapable of facing your various issues in a healthy and constructive way. Like I said to you before, fella, you’re just that sad little man down the local trying to initiate a scrap with a stranger. Nobody thinks that guy is clever or funny, they simply think he’s an idiot. And they feel really, really sorry for him. I really hope you exorcise your demons one day, because they’re running riot at the moment.
I really enjoyed watching an exciting game of football go my team’s way today, along with 900 others who travelled hundreds of miles there and back to do so. I’m just sorry that you don’t seem to enjoy anything more than trying to dig out people who, although you may rarely agree with, love the same club you do and spend huge amounts of time and money supporting it, regardless of their opinion on how it’s run at various levels. People like you are more of a problem than people like me could ever be.
I will never engage with you again, so fill your boots and in turn prove my point that even when I’m standing in silence with my hands behind my back, you still can’t resist throwing punches. Only one of us will look stupid.