My two-penn'orth for what it's worth:
Speaking as an anti-red spouter who has supported
Cardiff City FC The Bluebirds for 44 years and been a season ticket holder for 8 of the last ten, I can honestly say that I've never felt more depressed, disillusioned and fucked off with the club that has been a huge part of my life for so many years.
Like many, I was outraged by the shirt colour change at the start of the season and duly
vented
Still, thought I, Cardiff fans are made of stern stuff and will vigorously and vocally oppose this gazillionaire and his whimsical desires to fuck with the Bluebird "brand" (
note to Vincent - it's not a brand - it's our history, tradition, heritage, soul, identity).
So we all now know how that panned out. Craven in their addled desire for the illusory hit of hot sexy shiny EPL action, the cowed and bullied City fans caved in their thousands, and some friends and neighbours, to my horror, donned the heinous red to prop up the new regime and shit on their history.
Each time the team ran on in their quisling colours, the knife turned a little, every time Ali the tannoy man announced the team without mentioning the dreaded Bluebird word the boot was put in. The Brighton game was the nadir - a terrific opportunity for the fans to demonstrate in bright blue how opposed they are to the rebrand came ... and went.
20,000 scarves were seized upon with relish by the red rollovers. Blue Tuesday never happened. You've seen the photos - a sea of red, with one or two scarves hurled on to the pitch in protest. At the end of the game a few more were launched pitchwards, but one sensed that that was more because we lost than as any kind of protest to the rebrand. And to cap it all, for every scarf thrown, some sad sacks would be down the front asking the stewards for a spare.
It was a shocking, sickening night.
The longer this season goes on, the more I feel that I should have baled at the start, with some dignity intact, instead of sitting with the red Midwich Cuckoos all around with their free red scarves.
7 points clear at the top with 2 games in hand, we are probably just six wins away from automatic promotion. This season should have been the most exciting in our lifetimes - on the pitch it's been a fucking cakewalk - surrounded by mediocre teams who seem determined to fuck up their chances and hand promotion to Cardiff on a silver platter, the Bluebirds have been far from consistently entertaining but have ground out their results like a footballing Kraftwerk, with precision-tooled efficiency.
Instead it's been the worst season in living memory, with every passing week the taste gets sourer, as the red embeds.
The rumoured name change may yet prove to be the spark that kicks off a genuine protest, but don't hold your breath. The red scarf-wearers would presumably quite happily support the Kuala Lumpur Fiery Dragons FC if they achieve their wet dream of watching Man U and Liverpool.
For me, it feels like the painful, grisly, bitter end of a tempestuous relationship. Still teetering on the edge, but chances are I won't be renewing my season ticket - name change or no name change. And if I don't, I don't really give a flying fuck that I won't be able to see the club that I used to support so passionately pit their footballing wits against the Premiership elite. Contrary to popular opinion - watching football is not all about success and the earnest trajectory towards the top. I had too much fun in the Basement years at away grounds like Crewe, Barnet and Walsall to buy into that particular Sky-sponsored myth.
Meanwhile preliminary discussions take place about the formation of a phoenix club. If you're interested drop a line to
fcbluebirdofcardiff@yahoo.co.uk
A supporters' meeting to discuss the rebrand will take place on Wednesday March 6th at the Municipal Club in Cardiff
https://twitter.com/CCFCBackToBlue/status/307111975740125184