I didn't sneak out, I quite brazenly walked out.
But since everybody wants to have a Bladey dick-waving contest, I follow this team everywhere, I spend money I can't afford to part with in that pursuit. I use precious holiday days just so I can get to get to midweek games away at whatever godforsaken part of the country we land in on that day.
I have shed blood, sweat and the occasional tear following this team in the past 22 years of my 32 on this earth. I've stood on open terraces getting piss-soaked through and dodged bricks. I've even broken bones.
I really don't require validation from a bunch of pixels on a screen about my level of commitment to this club, especially on the basis of leaving 11 minutes early for the 3rd time in my life.
In other words, mind your own fucking beeswax.
Thank you.