I find it increasingly difficult to 'hate' as I get older, which feels like a relief to be honest.
Maybe it's because the old testosterone levels are diminishing somewhat as I mature and the capacity to hate seems to be diminishing with it.
Thinking logically about it, what is there to hate about Wednesday?
Traditionally, their ground was always bigger and better than ours, although I always have, and still do love being in the heart of the city.
For years, all things being equal, their support was better than ours and I'd argue that they have been more successful, if you measure that by the cup we haven't won, and the fact we haven't competed in any serious European competitions.
Maybe it's because my sadly missed mum was a big Wednesday fan, and when I saw her down when they lost, I could empathise, and my love for her was greater than the need to feed my hate of them as much as someone, perhaps, with Blade or neutral parents? Who knows?
I guess the most defensive/aggressive I become towards Wednesdayites (not their ground, chairman or even the colour blue) is when an actual real life supporter first shows aggression towards me and an unreasonable level of disrespect to me and my allegiance to my club.
Then I'll defend myself and my club. I'd like to think in a way that includes a sufficient level of diplomacy and humour, but if that didn't work, I'd find it difficult to rule out the option of limited physical retribution.
Hate? No, not really any more. More just a sense of needing to see fairness, justice and respect really.
But I guess that's the same in all walks of life.