Please indulge me as I cheer my team

I try, I really do try, to restrict the number of times I write about the football team I support, which is Wolverhampton Wanderers.

It was only this year that the Wolves returned to the Premiership, the top division of English and Welsh football, after a longish absence. Now they stand at seventh in the league, and with good fortune in their last three matches, could be playing in Europe next season.

You can see why I’m a happy chappie.

Wolves have a famous victory over Manchester United

It may mean little to you that Wolverhampton Wanders Football Club beat Manchester United yesterday evening by 2 goals to 1, in the Qtr Final of the FA Cup. It means Wolves are through to the semi-final.

It means a lot to me, because Wolverhampton is my home town. Even though I left Wolverhampton over 30 years ago, it’s my roots, and roots is important.

Supporting a football club is emotional

I’m sure, dear readers, that you know I’m part of the Wolverhampton diaspora. I retain pride in my roots, evidenced by a deep affection for Wolverhampton Wanderers Football Club.

Recently the team has won famous victories over Liverpool, Chelsea, and Tottenham Hotspur. All well and good. They have though lost matches against Huddersfield and Crystal Palace both of whom are in the lower part of the Premier League.

It’s this unexpected nature in the result of football matches that is emotionally draining, or, hopefully enlivening. Please be pleased for my current equanimity that the Wolves sit at eighth in the Premier League, my fervent hope that they do not fall lower than that.

Am I allowed to focus on something other than Brexit?

To answer my own question, the answer is yes. Coming home early evening yesterday after a charity Christmas lunch. The choice was to see how the Brexit shenanigans were proceeding  – disorderly of course, or to see how the Wolves football team got on against Newcastle United.

Double deep joy, as Stanley Unwin might have said. Wolves won – see happy photos.  Last week Wolves beat Chelsea, so double deep joy is what I’m feeling.

At a coffee morning on Saturday a friend was wearing a humourous Christmas jumper. I’ve resisted acquiring one, but am sorely tempted by these Wolves ones.

The RLC Open Day – a football festival

The Royal Logistic Corps Open Day last Saturday, 7th July, while a celebration of all things military logistics, was also a football celebration.

The England v Sweden World Cup quarter final match on Saturday afternoon necessitated a re-jigging of the open day programme.

The area in front of the big screen on which to watch the match was soon occupied by seats and picnic blankets. A steady stream of people taking their refreshments to the screen area, leaving empty tented areas as a result. I took photos, and a short video of the RLC Band playing The Three Lions, which got everyone in the mood for the match.

Yours truly received some of the liquid refreshments thrown into the air when England scored, necessitating a change of position. All in good humour.

Young boy’s unaffected joy is heart warming

Yes, I admit it, I’m a football supporter, and as a Wulfrunian, someone born in Wolverhampton, I’m a supporter of Wolverhampton Wanderers Football Club, aka the Wolves.

At this time of the football season, I can be found checking the news for the latest player acquisitions, or lack of them, as the case may be. In doing this on the BBC’s website, I came across this lovely touching video. Oh, and the Midlands accents added to the pleasure for me.

I hope you enjoy watching it as much as I did. Click on image or link below to see the video.

Though part of the Wolverhampton diaspora, I still follow the Wolves

Football, yes, I know it’s not to the interest of every reader here.  I am part of the Wolverhampton diaspora. I retain a sense of place – an affection for the place that schooled me, and where I earned a living for many years.

That affection is made true when I look at the football results for Wolverhampton Wanderers Football Club. Imagine, please, my pleasure in viewing the Championship league table today.

Plenty of sporting success, in athletics, cricket, golf, rugby, but not football

Yesterday we watched England demolish India in the final test match of the summer. Mightily enjoyable it was too.

I don’t know whether it’s a result of the London Olympics in 2012, but Great Britain seems to be emerging as the leading European sporting nation. Not in every field of course, but certainly in athletics as the leading nation in gold medals and joint leader with France in totals medals awarded at the European Athletics Championships.

In golf, with Rory McIlroy, we have the emerging world golf superstar. In women’s rugby, England are the newly crowned world champions. In women’s football, the home nations are building successful teams. In cycling, British men and women are leading contenders. The London-Surrey Classic was won by a Briton against strong overseas competition.

I’ll need to both read and enquire of others about why we’re achieving this sporting success.

Etiquette for football spectators not appreciated by Neil Kinnock

Expressing pleasure when your football team score a goal is a natural expression of support.

There is however etiquette involved in attending a football match. When seated among fans of the opposing team you don’t stand up and go ‘completely bonkers’ when your team score a goal. While you may be overjoyed, the opposition’s supporters will have the equal and opposite emotion of despair, and dejection. It’s plain rude to exalt your team’s performance while all those around you are dejected.

This simple rule, one which is both sensible for one’s safety, and the other is of magnanimity towards one’s fellow man. I’ve been caught out being with the home fans at a football match. It requires self restraint, that’s all. No point in ‘rubbing home supporters noses in it’ when their opposition scores a goal [however, not something that happened often when supporting Wolverhampton Wanderers football Club in the past].

It seems that Neil Kinnock is unaware of this simple piece of football supporter etiquette. Finding yourself, by design or unwittingly among opposition supporters requires to handle yourself with decorum. Not as Neil Kinnock appeared to do when supporting Cardiff City at an away match at Fulham, such that he was asked to move seats, as reported,

Another case of someone exhibiting a sense entitlement with complete disregard for the feelings of others. Sarah Brookes, spokeswoman for Fulham FC,  said of Kinnock’s celebrations after the 12th-minute goal:

“He was in the home area and celebrated when Cardiff scored. Stewards did him the courtesy of relocating him in the away end. No home fans are particularly happy when away supporters are located in their area and vociferously celebrate when their team scores.”