"And whilst I was sitting in my overpriced seat, in virtual silence, I also became aware that I was watching players paid so much that, each season, they threatened the very existence of my club. I’m not so naïve as to believe there was ever a golden age of benign chairmen running the game with a strict utopian, Socialist doctrine. But, if the game was to evolve and progress, spiralling levels of greed that ruthlessly exploited the tribal loyalty of fans, was not something I wanted to be part of.
The Premiership marketing goons had turned me and thousands of other supporters into customers, just as if we were visitors to a multiplex cinema. The experience was controlled and choreographed to the point where even my bloody pies were themed. And so I responded, not like a fan who’s heart belonged to my club, but like the customer that modern football had sought to make me. And, in 2006, I chose to stop going."
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