Don't wake up
Joe K. He's having a peaceful time in Lewes.
Mov(ed)(ing) to Brighton now, actually.
Yes, my first thought after a football-free Saturday went something along these lines: 'I support two non-league clubs whose names begin with 'D', and who currently have quite similar attendances. Yesterday, one organized a food bank appeal and won two-nil playing their usual brand of free-flowing football; the other went to Salford, had two players, the manager and the assistant sent off, and saw their fans punch a steward (alleg.), threaten catering staff (alleg.) and smash up part of the stand (alleg.). There are probably some interesting socio-economic reasons for the difference, and I'm not going to get sucked into producing some kind of moral analysis or hierarchy because these things are always context-dependent. I'm certainly not going to disavow Darlo - in fact, I still enjoy being with that bunch of miserable, occasionally hooliganistic fuckers as much as with Dulwich as, at the end of the day, it's where I come from.'
Pity if people are judging Darlo fans based on this one event. We often bring a lot of lads for the big aways who don't go to 95% of the matches - it's a relic from when the club played in the town centre and the local hard men/ hard drinkers could make spot decisions about whether or not to go to the game based on whether they were going to get any chew or not. Our unglamorous aways (i.e. nearly all of the ones where the BBC aren't making a documentary about our hosts) draw 2-300 characteristically Darlingtonian people, namely sardonic, basically nice, real ale drinkers. I get as many laughs out of them as I do at the Car Wash end. Moreover, Salford are a bunch of cocks - it's Giggs
et al jazzing money around as a way of thumbing their noses at FCUM, or, in plain English, Whitehawk + Gary Neville.
Actually feeling quite annoyed about this, TBH.