You know I wasn't ordained to follow any particular team. My dad liked rugby growing up... and yes, sometimes I do wonder what I've missed out on by choosing the blue route.
I could have been in that pic with my best mate celebrating the RS' UCL win in 2005. The memories I could have had alongside my grandad and great aunt in the Centenary stand, the endless street cred from (soon to be) 20 league titles, the (likely) 7 European cups, and winning the EFL Cup with the same effort it takes me to flick a light switch. Lord knows these cringy Meetups with fellow 'yo-pros' from every wool town imaginable would be far less awkward.
But then I'd be one of them. Believing that I above all others somehow made all that happen, despite the fact that 17 of their titles and four of their European cups predate my birth. I'd represent everything football should stand against - greed, corruption, murder, poor sportsmanship.... and more recently, forced evictions.
That I have avoided being one of 'them' is the greatest victory anyone can ask for.
