ChuckyCheese
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31-year-old lifelong Blade here and admittedly I felt despondent/disillusioned before a ball was kicked this season due to our own business but also, predominantly, the workings and state of the top levels of British (and worldwide) football as a whole. I made a conscious decision to detach myself from it and honestly am glad I did. I've accompanied my dad and his friend to three home games this season - Newcastle, Liverpool and Luton - knowing it would likely prove a waste of money and time. Bar the pre-game revelry in the Cremorne and a ten-minute period during the Luton game, it mostly was. I still want to support my team but the outrageous gulf in quality, fuelled in large part by questionably accrued money, makes the whole exercise futile. It's a debilitating experience and, to me, a reflection of the grotesque corruption and inequality in our current society. That my own beloved club has been the one to demonstrate this fact so evidently this season - and never more so than in the first 15 minutes of last night's game (after which I opted to watch Silence of the Lambs instead) - was devastating but also inevitable. Something needs to change if I can stomach continuing to come back to it. This isn't the fault of the fans, nor the players. Nor the managers (in most cases). This rot has been allowed to set in over decades. It's shit and it has fucked this sport at its top level beyond recognition of the pure competitive experience and expression that it should be. In many cases anyway. And it's only getting worse. If you want to see the best players from all over the world play then you've got your wish. But with that comes an acceptance that this has come about largely by greed and unfair enterprise from the teams at the top of the pile and their owners. If, like me, you want to support Sheffield United Football Club because it's a generational privilege, it's getting increasingly harder.