Given up the hope of winning again?

Some of the comments on here really sadden me, and they come from people I have 'known' years.
And what's worse, I can't condemn those thoughts one but. I empathise entirely.

Alongside work and family stuff this week, I should be giddily contacting son and travelling buddies, arranging nominated driver, or train, and pre-match pubs culminating in 90 mins getting behind my team for the coming Saturday. Followed by getting home and watching it all again on Quest, then disecting on here with you lot.

But I simply can't be bothered. Travel buddy already committed to other stuff, really hoping the lad doesn't bring the subject up and it passes us by. I'm no longer ashamed to feel like that.

Have even been offered a ticket alongside a Luton fan at work tomorrow night. Politely declined.

 

Missed the midweek game against Cardiff due to work, as was the case with the Derby home game back in October. Couldn't be bothered with the Barrow game. Even allowing for the pandemic, haven't been to an away game since the promotion celebration at Bristol Rovers back in 2019.

Until this season, I'd have moved heaven and earth, changed shifts, whatever was needed to get to a game, especially home games. Demand at work will mean an increase in weekend working so it's making the decision around a season ticket even easier to make and not bother.

Barnsley Football Club will always have a big part of my life. But until we prioritise being a football club again, where points are seen as important as pounds, then my heart isn't in it. And it saddens me that it's felt so easy to step back.

 

Best version was by the Byrds.

 

I went with my mum and dad to that match at Old Trafford. I have always loved watch g Barnsley and used to even go to the reserve matches where Ernest Dennis sat there puffing on his cigar with Phil Chambers dad close by. It's gonna be difficult stopping doing the habit of a lifetime but somethings at Oakwell have gotta change or my fear is we will return to league 2 again.