ms639
Well-Known Member
At 4 years old in 1996 I attended my first ever football game. To this day I remember the feeling of walking between the imposing terraced houses of hillfields, the melee of the crowds around the ground and the overwhelming feeling of anticipation. I remember standing on my chair as Dion Dublin crashed in a last minute equaliser and the unrivalled feeling of jubilation despite a probable lack of understanding.
From that moment on I was hooked. I would beg my dad to take me to games and he was only too happy to oblige. At the age of 5 when we were away from home I would sit in the corner of my lounge for 2 hours listening intently to games or be waiting for the ceefax page to load praying that we had scored. I've watched us win games against teams that now we can only dream of playing if we manage to scrape through the preliminary rounds of a cup competition. I have fought tirelessly to explain to friends why I'm a Coventry fan through thick and thin.
I've watched us win by 5 and lose by 5, I've watched last day heroics to avoid relegation and shocking cup upsets to take us through to the next round. I've been to numerous grounds and seen us take an absolute hiding. But through everything I have believed there was some fight, that despite our reputation as last day of the season scrappers we were fighting for something and so were the owners of our club.
Even as we have sold on some of my heroes I always believed there was something bigger and better to come. But recent events have destroyed my love of the game that I once would have done anything to see.
The club that once provided such joy (despite often poor results) is simply no more. We have no home, no promise and a very murky future. We are the victim of terrible management, the likes of which in any other industry would be under severe scrutiny by the powers that be. Your ownership has ripped the heart and soul out of the city and the football club but personally most importantly has destroyed my love for the game.
Do the right thing and leave this club and allow it to grow to be something better so that one day my children may be able to experience what I did all those years ago.
#sisuout #pusb
From that moment on I was hooked. I would beg my dad to take me to games and he was only too happy to oblige. At the age of 5 when we were away from home I would sit in the corner of my lounge for 2 hours listening intently to games or be waiting for the ceefax page to load praying that we had scored. I've watched us win games against teams that now we can only dream of playing if we manage to scrape through the preliminary rounds of a cup competition. I have fought tirelessly to explain to friends why I'm a Coventry fan through thick and thin.
I've watched us win by 5 and lose by 5, I've watched last day heroics to avoid relegation and shocking cup upsets to take us through to the next round. I've been to numerous grounds and seen us take an absolute hiding. But through everything I have believed there was some fight, that despite our reputation as last day of the season scrappers we were fighting for something and so were the owners of our club.
Even as we have sold on some of my heroes I always believed there was something bigger and better to come. But recent events have destroyed my love of the game that I once would have done anything to see.
The club that once provided such joy (despite often poor results) is simply no more. We have no home, no promise and a very murky future. We are the victim of terrible management, the likes of which in any other industry would be under severe scrutiny by the powers that be. Your ownership has ripped the heart and soul out of the city and the football club but personally most importantly has destroyed my love for the game.
Do the right thing and leave this club and allow it to grow to be something better so that one day my children may be able to experience what I did all those years ago.
#sisuout #pusb
